Reader Joy submitted this piece for Word Doodlepalooza.
While I know another’s grief cannot be imagined
and I cannot claim to know the weight of choice,
of extinguishing the possibility of life within my hollow body,
I do know the pain of cutting the promise out of us.
There was a time when I let hope plant its seed in me,
visions of sprawling in the shade of its laced leaves in years to come.
There was a time I felt life blooming inside me;
I could taste the sea air where we would one day lounge,
spilling our love carelessly like children filling buckets
from the sea, their source of water never running dry.
Wow. Breathtaking and emotional and beautifully written.
Thank you, Joy, for sharing a moment of such profound impact.
spilling our love carelessly like children filling buckets
Love this.
This is so beautiful Joy :D especially this line “visions of sprawling in the shade of its laced leaves in years to come.”…
Wow. You are amazing for sharing such an intimate glimpse with us. Thanks.