Poems on Infertility and Loss

9/15/16

 

Empty

 

Empty

I’ll forever be empty

Like a chalice gathering dust

In pieces on the floor

Where someone dropped it and left it— shattered

Too shattered to ever hold water

 

Empty

Like one end of an hourglass

Watch as the time drops away

Grain by grain—

See her life drain

 

Empty

Like the nest she left so young

The one she destroyed

Tumbling from branches on high—

Watch her fly

 

On empty

Like a starving child’s belly

So hungry for love

We can feed her with hope

But part of her will always be

 

Empty

Like this womb meant to give life

That will stay waiting so still

A tomb nothing fills

 

Eternally

Awfully

Empty

 

© Sarah Ann Henderson 2016

 

4/1/17

 

Nowhere

 

When you find you’re infertile

There’s no place to mourn

 

There’s nowhere to bury children that will never exist

There’s no funeral to be held

For the death of hopes and dreams

 

There’s no name for a mother

Who was never a mother

 

When you grieve the child you’ll never have

You grieve alone

 

The only grave site

Is the empty place in your womb

Something you carry, always

 

The grief and anger grow

Like the baby that will never live there

 

And sometimes you nurture them

For there’s nothing else in your body

To nurture

 

© Sarah Ann Henderson 2017

 

 

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