Heart shattered into 100 bits,
Mind nearly at end of its wits.
And so she retreated into her own head,
Unable to process that her child was dead.
Remained silent and withdrawn,
Her will to live and love both gone.
Her life felt like a civil war,
One side sad, one wanting to soar.
A library of books, left untouched,
Sat there unread, gathering dust.
Reminder her of happier days
When she loved life and its ways.
Back when she had a child to hold.
A life worth living, valuable as gold.
Brought to a close, a bitter end.
Unable to cope, unable to mend.
Stuck in a moment of disbelief,
Wounds never to be healed by time or a thief.