The Empty Room

Years delivered my mind, from the shadows left behind, Darkest calamity, sucking me into the tragedy, Feeling less like the dream I chased, like the darkness of disgrace. Soundless images roar through my soul, creating fear, so out of control, while my heart beats, rhythmic, like the colors of woe, lifeless stillness, in the empty room where I go… To remember the joy, the readiness, the yearning Breath of a prayer, still burning, through my memories, as they seek to see, through me – the honesty, confessing, To the need, the need – the seed, who was once buried in me, a piece of me, but, only for a time before life decided…. To remind me, most eloquently, where I once yearned for the blessing, - baby, child, newborn life, Someone who would be mine – to love… Now, the empty room remembers, as the still, cool September, Blazes with crisp, vibrant leaves, imagining the beauty who I will never see. In me, there is a need who’ll never find relief, A need to reach into that empty room, see the sweetness of a cure, For the harsh reality, who is the cloud of infertility!