still
gravity bringing presence to within
deafeningly quiet
the unquenched desire unfulfilled
tears streaming
so many...will I drown?
Will I ever hear those cries
of fear and joy
will I see the growth
feel the smooth and the bruised
the vacant void that broods inside
my hand feels nothing against my stomach
the flood of emotions creep up
nagging at me to notice
the emptiness that comes
from being childless
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