Poetry

I won't say I'm a poet, but I enjoy writing and every now and again, my emotions tell my mind and fingers to write a little something...  This is an oldie and a thought provokie... Me in one of my rawest female states:

Empty

Shivering from the cold…

Old, stiff surroundings

Slight cramp begins to dance up my left thigh

Finding its destination in the middle of my back

This discomfort, outweighing the pain

A sneaky tear wells, dropping from the corner of my left eye

And I begin to realize that I’ll never rub your back

Or rub the tear from your eye

The nurse arrives, just to check to make sure I’m okay

I smile, that smile I’ve smiled so many times

One that assures her that I’m okay

Yet inside, I understand how I’m lying to myself

I feel more wetness between my thighs

Now a sharp cramp

As the tears begin to run swiftly

From both eyes, destination, my cheeks

I attempt to hug myself and close my eyes, slowly and tightly.

Deep in wonder on why I’m losing something

I’ve yearned for

For so very long

I wonder if you would have made it

Would you have looked like me?

Smiled like me?

I planned to do so much not only

With you but for you

I slowly open my eyes, wiping the many tears

And smile

Again, lying to myself

I’ll be okay

Maybe, it wasn’t meant to be

Still, as the pain subsides and I try to find comfort in the discomfort

And I continue to feel the wetness between my thighs

Feeling you slowly slip from me

Dripping and gliding into this white container

I can’t help but ask

Why me?

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