The pride and virtue in a woman, A thing given as a gift, I grew up a beautiful girl then to a woman, A thing not as fast as travelling in a lift. It was a journey and I have been loved by every man, They know my worth, too precious a gift, And I … Continue reading The Agony Of A Barren Woman.
I fixed my gaze on the old crimson ornament dangling from the ceiling, and my face writhed at each jerking motion. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… I counted in mind, too afraid to speak less I angered him. I felt an ache spread out from the base of my back, a confirmation that I was uncomfortable … Continue reading Tears and Blood
After birthing this fourth child Into your cold hands, O life! How much more tears would your jug take To allow for me a child at least For my patience for a heir A trophy to show the world