Vacuity

still

gravity bringing presence to within

deafeningly quiet

the unquenched desire unfulfilled

tears streaming

so many...will I drown?

Will I ever hear those cries

of fear and joy

will I see the growth

feel the smooth and the bruised

the vacant void that broods inside

my hand feels nothing against my stomach

the flood of emotions creep up

nagging at me to notice

the emptiness that comes

from being childless