The Barren Woman

A shell of the young vibrant women I used to be
Anger and then guilt at each rounded bellies I see
For gifted they are and happy they are not
At the gaggle of children that hold their life to rot

For I am a Barren.

A depth of darkness I attempt to hide
The confines of our society to which I cannot abide
For the sadness and anger and lonesome
overwhelms, this quiet empty shell of a home

For I am a Barren.

Doctors and nurses words echoes through my ears
Their words filling each and every one of my fears
For in this world for a woman, children must be brought
Even though she tries and all is for naught

For I am a Barren.

They say that my prayers will not be in vain
For God hears the cries of a mother in pain
It’s by God’s words that children are sought
And yet nothing can fix a Barren, nothing can be bought.

For a Barren woman has no place
In an orthodox community made up to duplicate.

For I am a Barren.

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