In the darkness beyond the tree line
I see the shadows of the potential children
I never had.
The whisper of the leaves in the wind
Are their hushed voices that never spoke…
The long gnarled trunks that stretch
Are their bodies that never uncurled…
The blowing of spores in the wind
– The promise of a future unrealized.
Crowd my mind like
Who just overstay their time here –
I thought of how I
Spent my time these past few years –
I wasted them all.
Every night I would lie awake staring at the empty sunken earth at my side. Cold and grey it taunted my tears. During the day I would bury seeds of all kinds, shovel on moist warm dirt and furiously water the mound… then I would settle myself and wait. Time would crawl slowly by but my efforts were to no avail. With the setting sun, the earth would exhale and sink, turning a sickly shade of pale – unwilling to yield even a shadow of you. While I was left alone, every night, to wither in deafening silence.
One day I looked at
myself in the mirror and
thought ‘who is she?’ – Age.
Point you have to
Admit that whatever
You’re looking for is not out there –