My womb was once fertile
alive with promise and purpose
inside I could feel each cell as it connected and took root to my nerves
inwardly feeding on my energy until only beauty emerged
And now, what is this?
Your fruit is bare
Your nectar stale and bitter
Did you grow old and wither?
I still visit the garden at night and tend your forgotten roses
I hope one day to see again the petals bloom among the thorns