Barren

Blood – rich whispers of crimson, Like flames melting the feelings beliefs alive, grief that spelled Out the word – I n f e r t i l e Infertility wrenched beauty from my life, Erasing the stars from the night, Darkening my heart – but I survived Yes, I remember I was young one day, Yearning, aching – praying Begging for one smile from a baby, A smile that told me I’d been right… Love would- love could save me Yet, I remember The nights, sleepless and silent, Biding my time, tears Flowing to remind me why I couldn’t know the beautiful Beneath eyes that shined With a child’s love, a child’s adoring Blood – dark and crimson, Pouring out the hope, the anticipation Pregnancy never came to me, The girl who worried about never knowing Throughout history, the giggling glory Childish antics and childhood joys I never will know the love that might have been Mine if fate had brought to life, from my womb The soul of an infant, a smile that sent me From solitary confinement to the jungles of beautiful