This has been such a full week for me with a lot of additional activities besides our usual ones. Yet it is sometimes when I am busiest that my thoughts tend towards the opposite direction: loneliness, quietness, stillness. Hence, Patrick Jennings’ Pic and Word Challenge #153 – Emptiness, hits the spot again! While his lovely words look at outward, mine veered inward. Opposites….
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Empty
My womb is empty
No more sparks of life
Like fireflies on a summer night
A fleeting hope twinkling into sad thought
My womb is empty
Candle wishes extinguished
The birthday banner ripped and askew
Only cone hats left to point fingers at who’s to blame
My womb is empty
An unwanted Frankenstein
Stitched and stapled, stretched and scarred
Lightning bolts of regret
My womb is empty
It can add no more
4 out of 6 is more than statistical chance
Minus its function – a fraction of its worth
My womb is empty
Of sad thoughts
Of blame
Of regret
Of function
Now what will I do with all that space?
©️ iido 2018
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