Tell that to her…

There is hope. Always. So she says. Tell that to the one whose precious babe vanished from her arms.  Disappeared from her clutch.  Arms wrapping around vacant air.  Stinging air.  Hands aching with emptiness. Tell that to her. There is. Hope. And what about her?  Body so bruised and scarred and marred.  Fear so gripping [...]

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