Infertility and Mother Nature.
Until you get your fill of seven years
We just said you are barren every day
The changes that I felt made me feel better in the morning
Everyone looked at the red lines
as if they were one
The past couple of weeks have come and gone
The day the skies rained and the sky felt bad
The silver lining beneath
you left me
That said,
there is no chance of ever becoming a
mother
This is my womb
to be born in the future
Every day
until I close my eyes...

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