Stolen Self-esteem
Ovarian juxtaposition,
feminine life capsules nestled next to cancerous cells,
proximity siamese,
limiting procreation diagnosis,
vanishing months remain,
sheets stained with failed attempts,
wasted tears,
self-inflected blameful jeers
lighting wicks to powder kegs buried
inward, anchored deep within inactive womb,
uterus in bloom, however, not enough to yield life,
opportunities for being a wife de-escalating,
vaginal confines hibernating,
leaving this rose praying for germination,
motherly confirmation,
though it is not defining,
it is necessary…
mmmm...grippingly sad piece. i swear, watching a loved one succumb to cancer...is...yeah...