The Pulse of the North Star

Poem By Niesha Cory, LCPC

Niesha is a trauma-informed, perinatal therapist at Nurture Therapy.

For the woman who has held or felt life, 

That is now a distant memory.

For the woman that tries, time and again,

To find a hollowed silence.

For the woman that still wears the phantom ghost of a hospital band. 

For the woman who still feels the phantom movements, 

While the heartbeat lies within the stars.

Where I met this woman whose inner chamber was filled with joy and love. 

Only to be hushed by a rare disease. 

Where the child's breath outside of the room would not last.

Leaving only lingering stillness.

The hospital band that stayed on her wrists for months on end. 

Led to teardrops dripped into art of a child that never was;

Throughout the lifespan that would have been her time. 

With each brushstroke, a glimpse of her unmade world,

Like an invitation to move with the current,

The hospital band unlatched, 

The heaviness of her heart

Finally being able to find the beauty in the twinkle of the star above.