Forever i can remember the longing of children,
Having my own from you to grow.
Not the same as others around me, that much i knew.
Loops and hoops, tangled in emotions that i felt,
as you didn’t give me the life every woman should be dealt.
Anger built a red mist in my sights, all i felt was pain,
pain that lasts and forever will remain.
Why couldn’t you give me one egg of life, oh please…
The useless body i have, if not to create life then what?
Over and over not feeling complete.
Never will I hear my children’s tiny feet.
This piece of writing is for all the women who have PCOS or cannot naturally reproduce. I feel your pain and pray that you find another way to be complete within this life.