Onward

Without going into all the gory details, I was pregnant.
And I had a miscarriage.
And I was okay.
It was strange, and I was overwhelmed for a few days, asking myself: "What does this mean?" A part of  me thought perhaps it was my answer...maybe I wasn't supposed to or able to carry a child.
I am pragmatic at my very best; I felt once again that if it wasn't meant to be...that it wasn't meant to be. I almost decided to end the journey right then and there, but I had promised myself that I would continue to follow this path until the end of the year.
And so I did; faith and fear battling for a space inside my heart, I carried on.