A Wounded Womb
She was a BARREN woman.
A missing APERTURE in her tubes...
A missing baby in her womb.
With powerless hormones she could only pray..
Miscarriages meandered her Mother's Day.
Tracking every NUANCE of her monthly cycle..
Her tests failed the Doctor's ATTEST.
The desperate SAGA of darkness...
Her plunge of motherhood was put at rest.
In the dystopia of her impatient sorrow..
the PROCLIVITY to hide that painful shame...
mocked her deep ..down to her MARROW.
Why did God break his promise?
Couldn't He stop once..her womb from bleeding?
Her sterile days sedated her bliss.
She gathered TEMERITY to feel nothing.
Time ticked along...forcing it's power...
...........
............
There was.. grinning sounds of "Granny" all around..
Continued the void of vacuum...
The tragedy of the empty room...
Tiny hands ruptured back...
the Wound of the Woman's Womb.
Dated 21st November,2018
Submitted to the 8 Word Challenge No 9
Sponsor John Hamilton
PLACED THIRD IN CONTEST
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