Emptiness
I waited everyday for you to come,
In rain, in sun, in spring.
There were sandstorms
There were rainstorms
There were mind storms
There were heart storms
But I waited still.
Waited for a little movement in my womb,
Waited for you to be born.
Your angel face, your tiny limbs,
Your curly hair and your soft skin.
Your cries like the cuckoo on the hills
Calling me to take you in my arms.
To feed you to cradle you….to love you
Now months have become years
The pain has increased
Till a dull ache
Life has stopped
The journey seems finished
My womb is empty and so am I.
But still I live
I eat, I sleep, I cry, I laugh.
I have not died
I am Dead.
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