Cold womb, cold womb
why do you always fail?
What have I done
for you to turn your back on me?
Is this punishment
for a sin I don’t remember committing?
My body feels broken,
my womb a room without heat.
I was born a woman
but my body forgot the instructions.
My periods fade into memory,
ghosts of something I once knew.
Every cramp becomes a prayer.
Every ache, a promise whispered
maybe this is it.
But it never is.
Just false hope,
over and over,
a calendar mocking me
with empty squares.
Do you know what it’s like
to feel your back ache
and think, it’s coming,
only to be met with silence?
To stand outside circles of women
talking blood and cycles
like it’s weather
while you nod, quiet, excluded?
Not that I never bled.
Just not anymore.
I refuse to believe
I must swallow medicine
just to feel normal,
just to be allowed into my body again.
Cold womb, cold womb,
please don’t fail me.
I want to be a mother.
I’m tired of it never being me.
Tired of imagining.
Tired of hoping alone.
Can’t you hear my cries?
Can’t you feel this grief
curling inside my ribs?
I am the only one in my life
who doesn’t know the miracle
of kicks beneath skin.
Oh, what a blessing it would be
to lose sleep
because someone needs me.
Cold womb, cold womb
don’t let me be the only one
who cannot recreate
the love I carry.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
Cold womb, cold womb
why do you always fail?
What have I done
for you to turn your back on me?
Is this punishment
for a sin I don’t remember committing?
My body feels broken,
my womb a room without heat.
I was born a woman
but my body forgot the instructions.
My periods fade into memory,
ghosts of something I once knew.
Every cramp becomes a prayer.
Every ache, a promise whispered
maybe this is it.
But it never is.
Just false hope,
over and over,
a calendar mocking me
with empty squares.
Do you know what it’s like
to feel your back ache
and think, it’s coming,
only to be met with silence?
To stand outside circles of women
talking blood and cycles
like it’s weather
while you nod, quiet, excluded?
Not that I never bled.
Just not anymore.
I refuse to believe
I must swallow medicine
just to feel normal,
just to be allowed into my body again.
Cold womb, cold womb,
please don’t fail me.
I want to be a mother.
I’m tired of it never being me.
Tired of imagining.
Tired of hoping alone.
Can’t you hear my cries?
Can’t you feel this grief
curling inside my ribs?
I am the only one in my life
who doesn’t know the miracle
of kicks beneath skin.
Oh, what a blessing it would be
to lose sleep
because someone needs me.
Cold womb, cold womb
don’t let me be the only one
who cannot recreate
the love I carry.