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.