Another poem from my little catalogue of Infertility/IVF poetry 😊
Shooting Stars
My empty womb contracts to accept
A moment formed with trust
He described it like a shooting star
Descending into dust
It nestles in, we can only hope
Clinging with all its might
Bury, fasten and attempt to grope
I beg you please to fight
The fortnight wait is shrouded in doubt
Every tiny movement considered
The desperation to cry and shout
But every moment of hope is whispered
The red it comes like the flow of a river
The most unwelcome of any sight
How to accept without sign of a quiver
All our dreams taken away with the night
The emptiness screams silently now
Of all hopes dashed in an instant
How to repair our hearts and allow
A wish that seems so far and distant
Amazing! Absolutely love this poem, makes me visualise ever step so clearly xx
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