Would You Call This a Homecoming

It’s thirteen minutes past four
and I’m having a miscarriage

I’m looking at the clock because
bad things only happen
after nine
in the dark
when no one else is around

But here I am
A hot afternoon
A bloody hot afternoon
and look at all that sun
pouring through

Of all the times,
it is now my baby
decides to come

I’m shaking –
torn between
sucking it back inside my womb
until I am ready or
keeping my arms wide open –
welcoming it into the world –
In however shape it takes –
Even if it’s just blood,
Even if it’s just sad.

Tryphena Yeboah recently completed a Master’s program in Development Communication at the Ghana Institute of Journalism. She is currently working as a Creative Writing Teaching Assistant.

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