miscarried

joy has transformed into sorrow

my tears and bitterness fall

staining my cheeks washing away my smile.

you have left me empty once again.

no longer will i dream of spending quiet moments with you

no longer will i yearn for our souls to meet on that kindred plane

where nothing else remains

where there is no remnant of the implausible of doubt nor shame

for i see your truth

and it is barren.

like winter trees

barren.

like the woman with the issue of blood

barren.

barren yet continually pushing out her love and hope for another who is willing to see past her faults

past the hidden mistakes and secrets

and look into the possibility of a new creation.

i reached for you, for your heart, for a touch

only to be shunned once again.

for you,

pain was endured

for you,

hours of contractions one after another

yet,

this love

miscarried.

now i lie alone, staring into space eternal...