Friday, October 3, 2014

Barren

She'd always dreamed of
holding a baby in her
arms, worry melting

away as fingers
traced tendrils of newborn hair,
nostrils inhaling

the intense sweetness
of fresh, new love.

There was no pain in
the place where life would not grow,
just the ache of arms

forever empty,
instead carrying the weight
of her silent grief

the intense sting of
the word "barren."

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Three Word Wednesday: barren, intense, worry

6 comments:

  1. So true. It is a sting deeply felt. Well captured.

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    1. Thanks, J Cosmo. Appreciate you reading.

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    1. Thanks, Cifar. I haven't experienced it myself, but know people who have. So heartbreaking.

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