My mother passed away during the process of childbirth. It has been incredibly hard for me to live with that giant scar. It is of recent that I turned to poetry as a means of letting out the internal demons I have battled for years. 

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Writing this poem has been healing and equally hurting for me as a person and for my heart. Each morning, I look for her in the world but come up short, but often I comfort myself with the fact that I have survived being alive in this dangerously empty life.