How do you tell him
how much it hurts
this emptiness inside
the void you feel
is the blackest hole
that’s left when worlds collide
it sucks you in
and the stars wink out
light by fading light
and you’re left
surrounded by soundless screams
in the smothering ebon night
How do you tell him
You mourn the loss
of the child you never conceived
imploring
the heart and the womb called out
and in barrenness they grieved
it swirls your soul
through the vast abyss
and tears your spirit asunder
arctic rain washes
from frozen eyes
hope dies with a crash of thunder
How do you tell him
how could he understand
what millions of mothers do not
that the need is a fire
that cannot be quenched
a compulsion that cannot be fought
it echoes darkness
and splatters your dreams
with the burning despair of your loss
and you want to give up
but you kneel down and pray
cause you envy the man on the cross
How do you tell him
when you don’t understand
why this need overwhelms and consumes
but the instinct is there
and it burns you to dust
while you silently gag on the fumes
it can’t be controlled
you know cause you’ve tried
as you wither and dry up inside
and you plead and you curse
God and his son
for the yearnings that won’t be denied
How do you tell him
you want to give up
that you can’t take the pain anymore?
But the only way out
is a box in the ground
or white room with locks on the door.
How do you tell him?
Patricia Gibson-Williams
December 5, 2004
Bronze trophy winner
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Kahy
im sorry, this poem touches me deeply..stay in touch, comment my poems, i'll comment yours , promise. kepp up the great emotional writing!
Thank you for giving me a good read.
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