Infertility
The unspoken beast
Lingers in every thought
Every speechless conversation.
A personal defeat
A constant battle being fought
Begging against pity donations.
Head held high
Heart, however, on the floor.
Sincerity a lost companion.
A part of me dies
It strikes my soul to the core
Searching for some kind of understanding.
Resentment, my new friend
Resides by my side at every hour
Destroys what little hope I possess
This pain I must mend
Before my spirit withers like a flower
Bruised petals gathered to be pressed.
~Christen Chérie Coleman 2009
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