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The Song of my Uterus
My uterus sings to me.
Each month my uterus sings;
She sings a song that only I can hear.
My uterus wrestles
With doubts about her unborn eggs
With regrets about her lost children
With hope for a child that will grow.
Each month she sings.
She sings of the pain she feels
When her eggs are ripped away from her
When she loses child after child
Since the day she hit puberty.
My uterus sings
Of the years past
Of the years future
Of the things to be
Or never will be.
Each month she sings.
Each month she cries.
My uterus sings.
Thank you!
Thank you for taking the time to comment :-) I appreciate it!
"Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld." ~Martha Beck
I liked this read, a Uterus
I liked this read, a Uterus with Wings. A woman with a uterus and a knack for poety, and she uses both. Ooooo, I am so jealous. Thanks for sharing this.
I think you missed the point.
This is about menstrual cycles. I am well aware how the female reproductive system works. In the poem, the uterus is the "mother" and the eggs in the ovaries are her children, though they are not part of the uterus. Imagination...
"Although beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, the feeling of being beautiful exists solely in the mind of the beheld." ~Martha Beck
not quite accurate
the egg comes from the ovary. it implants in the uterus.