Jennifer Jean
They never tied the cord when
they tore you from my womb.
We are flesh woven together
like yarn on the weaver’s loom.
I’ve never cut you loose
connected by bloody strands,
I hide them deep in my soul
as you push away my hands.
A separate fragment of myself
removed and set apart.
Could it be that a piece of you
was left inside my heart?
by Jeanne Marie
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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Wow. Very powerful poem. You are very talented. Thank you for sharing.
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