VACANT WOMB
A hollowness invades my being.
Emptiness that should be filled
With new life so wanted and welcomed.
Echoes trapped in femininity's plight.
Awaiting fullness of a soul,
To light a dark and lonely space.
Irony it may be - or maybe tragedy:
Many innocents fill cold, stark beings,
New life unwanted and unwelcomed.
Still, I yearn to feel fulfilled.
My Soul flashes colorful neon
Against darkness of dashed hopes.
Womb: Vacancy.
Keleigh
cysticsister@aol.com
Vacant Womb 
