Tuesday, October 19

My Belly Will Rise

Another disappointment another failed cycle

Another thousand tears, my heart an icicle

A sled ride rapidly down the slope

To the land of depression and dashed hope

I sit at my window and watch the last days of winter, the sun burns the frost, the birds begin to sing, leaves turn green; flowers kiss each other and elope; yin transforms into yang

I am but a microcosm of the world I know-my heart must be tame – for soon I’ll be reading the ‘Book of Baby Names’

Remember this: It is only when the night is darkest that the sun will start to rise…

as will my belly.

mike berkley

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