
We are invited to write an ekphrastic poem—a poem inspired by a work of art.

The Months After
The feelings come quickly but hope not to last
the happiness shrouded in cloudiness fast
No way to go forward, forgetting the past
When joy should be centered, sorrow is cast
The new life has come, the bundle of joy
Never meant more, no secretive ploy
With help from all sides, no one is coy
There is no escape route, all sounds will annoy
With help from outside the feelings will leave
The feelings of sadness and happiness weave
Wearing your heart out there on your sleeve
The weariness passing the love there believe
Postpartum, the real life, the things left to do
Will escape with the help, when the love pushes through
©2025 CBialczak
The first thing that came to mind when I saw this image was the feeling of having postpartum depression. It is a lonely feeling because you are supposed to be happy, you are supposed to feel overjoyed with your new little life, but a darkness covers you that feels heavy. With proper, professional help, there is a way out, a light at the end of the tunnel.

hi, Christine 💘
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Carol Anne, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/08/27/w3-prompt-174-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thank you for the reminder
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Amazing poem, Christine!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you Yvette!
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Christine, your poem explores all the emotional complexity of parenthood, particularly going through a devastating postpartum experience. The mix of joy, exhaustion, and love is captured so well, with moments of vulnerability and raw emotion – thanks for sharing 💙
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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You’ve captured realistically the contradictory feelings of new motherhood. (K)
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thank you.
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I’ve never had kids, but I have friends who have had postpardum depression, and I’ve been in the psych hospital with people who had it. It is a terrible illness. X
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Any type of mental illness that others around you can’t understand is very painful. It is too bad that there are so many people in our lives that don’t seem to even care to learn how others feel.
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Christine, this feels so raw and honest. I really like how you capture both the joy and the heavy shadow—“the feelings of sadness and happiness weave” especially resonates.
~David
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Thanks David
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Brilliant verse. The story I posted today dealt with a similar subject- so this was right on time for me to read. Very intuitive writing, Christine.
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Thank you
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I love this Christine ❤️🫶
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Those days are so hard, many don’t admit to feeling it which makes it worse. I love your poem, it’s open, honest and I feel it’s comforting too 💞
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I think it just lets people know that it is something that is not necessarily under any control. You can control how you react or respond but you can’t control how you feel.
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Very true
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deep and impactful poem.
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Thank you
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I struggled with postpartum after all three of my children were born. Hugs.
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Yes, and for those who have not it is very hard to understand.
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