#infertile - Hello Poetry

The most scary thing, at least to me, is being told you can't have kids. Now it is not like I wanted kids. But the thought of when my doctor told me so casually at a young age that I may never be able to, has always scared me. I wasn't that old. Someone who never got my monthly at the age 16. And a doctor just bluntly tells me I am messed up. Now years later it still isn't fixed and I stay worried That I will disappoint someone I am with. People tell me that is it fine. They were told the same thing. But it isn't fine! I am not you! And what happens if it is true. I am told by my friends that I am blessed. To never really get a monthly or to get it every few months. It isn't lucky. My bones are brittle and I always have a nagging feeling that I will disappoint my partner. But I won't say anything. It is too soon for that. But at some point he will click two and two together. He is very smart after all.

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Mar 7, 2019

Mar 7, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC

The-Vault-3505

Disappointment.

The most scary thing, at least to me, is being told you can't have kids. Now it is not like I wanted kids. But the thought of when my doctor told me so casually at a young age that I may never be able to, has always scared me. I wasn't that old. Someone who never got my monthly at the age 16. And a doctor just bluntly tells me I am messed up. Now years later it still isn't fixed and I stay worried That I will disappoint someone I am with. People tell me that is it fine. They were told the same thing. But it isn't fine! I am not you! And what happens if it is true. I am told by my friends that I am blessed. To never really get a monthly or to get it every few months. It isn't lucky. My bones are brittle and I always have a nagging feeling that I will disappoint my partner. But I won't say anything. It is too soon for that. But at some point he will click two and two together. He is very smart after all.

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I look at the old shop It only closed a few days ago I remembered it by name And the people that worked there Their names were Jane and Harold A couple who started the business on their honeymoon A simple store, selling simple things Coats, towels, brooms And yet I always came So they could be happy However, money was tight Few customers ever came The two grew worried They couldn't keep up, but they tried to Sold all their belongings, just so they could be happy Jane was infertile, but she knew the shop was her baby When she cried, Harold cried And eventually, they let go I walked to the empty storefront Sometimes I could see the two smiling

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Jan 22, 2019

Jan 22, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC

BunniCake1

The Old Shop

I look at the old shop It only closed a few days ago I remembered it by name And the people that worked there Their names were Jane and Harold A couple who started the business on their honeymoon A simple store, selling simple things Coats, towels, brooms And yet I always came So they could be happy However, money was tight Few customers ever came The two grew worried They couldn't keep up, but they tried to Sold all their belongings, just so they could be happy Jane was infertile, but she knew the shop was her baby When she cried, Harold cried And eventually, they let go I walked to the empty storefront Sometimes I could see the two smiling

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Beneath infertile fields, where the breath seeping beyond view would suffocate the life of mans impoverished wondering. Curiosity was a misconception what was submerged was not as above. For eggs lay dormant feeding on the impoverished fumes. Like lullabies grazing upon it slumbering. But local folk were wiser upon the land, greeting the field from afar. For what was legend was fact instead. When the earth did breath with rumbling discontent they knew the land was ready to birth new life from fields of purgatory. Majestic wings flew from afar, and villagers gazed at this beauty of imagining, as bones scatted like seed over a field of infertile hallucinations. But where some dreams die, one awakens. As the earth heaves like a womb being awoken by birth, so seeps the blood of the earth, alight in a concussion of vivid hues of fire and life, graced by eyes afar. Flame danced around this new birth, as it inhaled the flame, expelling a fountain of new born breath. And the villagers cheered, the new born looked, but the mother knew that there was nothing to fear for this place was safe. A tradition of old, letting those who dare wonder, treasure hunters, armies had tried to collect the bounty of this land, for with birth comes riches from deep in the earth. But the villagers had the wealth of seeing this every few hundred years. But the dragon always paid its debt, as wings of frail flight learned the dynamics of wind and wings. A hand gestured to the well, and falling a bountiful harvest of gem stones. like a rainbow finding its place of birth, so many filled the sky with there descent. And then as before and times long ago. with eyes adjusted to not gaze on the field, a mother does neatly once again hide her worth beneath the earth. So long from now a new child will see the happiness of a mother on infertile earth.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC

poetic-t

The Fields Of Dragons Breath

Beneath infertile fields, where the breath seeping beyond view would suffocate the life of mans impoverished wondering. Curiosity was a misconception what was submerged was not as above. For eggs lay dormant feeding on the impoverished fumes. Like lullabies grazing upon it slumbering. But local folk were wiser upon the land, greeting the field from afar. For what was legend was fact instead. When the earth did breath with rumbling discontent they knew the land was ready to birth new life from fields of purgatory. Majestic wings flew from afar, and villagers gazed at this beauty of imagining, as bones scatted like seed over a field of infertile hallucinations. But where some dreams die, one awakens. As the earth heaves like a womb being awoken by birth, so seeps the blood of the earth, alight in a concussion of vivid hues of fire and life, graced by eyes afar. Flame danced around this new birth, as it inhaled the flame, expelling a fountain of new born breath. And the villagers cheered, the new born looked, but the mother knew that there was nothing to fear for this place was safe. A tradition of old, letting those who dare wonder, treasure hunters, armies had tried to collect the bounty of this land, for with birth comes riches from deep in the earth. But the villagers had the wealth of seeing this every few hundred years. But the dragon always paid its debt, as wings of frail flight learned the dynamics of wind and wings. A hand gestured to the well, and falling a bountiful harvest of gem stones. like a rainbow finding its place of birth, so many filled the sky with there descent. And then as before and times long ago. with eyes adjusted to not gaze on the field, a mother does neatly once again hide her worth beneath the earth. So long from now a new child will see the happiness of a mother on infertile earth.

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Hold me Like I'm the most fragile thing You have touched One breath And I'll shatter And I'm all That is keeping you alive Hold me As if The whole world has turned into a dark, cold ball And I'm the only lamp light You must save from the breeze Hold me as if You are the hurricane Leaving a path of wreckage behind And I'm the only thing You intended to keep In one-piece Hold me as if Stars are oozing out of me From where I should be bleeding And you try to find the exit hole But you get fascinated by my stars instead And you stand there Perplexed and mesmerized equally He held me, As if I was the last flower blooming In his garden Salty and hence, infertile From the tears all the other wilting flowers had cried

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Jul 11, 2015

Jul 11, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC

AthousandMidnightEpiphanies

T&J

Hold me Like I'm the most fragile thing You have touched One breath And I'll shatter And I'm all That is keeping you alive Hold me As if The whole world has turned into a dark, cold ball And I'm the only lamp light You must save from the breeze Hold me as if You are the hurricane Leaving a path of wreckage behind And I'm the only thing You intended to keep In one-piece Hold me as if Stars are oozing out of me From where I should be bleeding And you try to find the exit hole But you get fascinated by my stars instead And you stand there Perplexed and mesmerized equally He held me, As if I was the last flower blooming In his garden Salty and hence, infertile From the tears all the other wilting flowers had cried

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Redundant sexless girl Unable to fulfill your biological purpose The species will not continue - Not from your ***** Your womb is dried up The monthly cleanse broken Interrupted Your ovaries cry out- *The rain does not come The rain does not come The rain does not come* To wash away the old Prepare for the Coiling, growing, emerging The innocence to be birthed And spoiled by this world's evil. Redundant sexless girl Drained of life-giving blood Drained of nurturing power Drained of womanhood Redundant sexless girl Barren girl What use have you? What purpose? What right have you to still walk this most fertile Earth?

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Feb 27, 2015

Feb 27, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC

TuesdayPixie

To continue the species

Redundant sexless girl Unable to fulfill your biological purpose The species will not continue - Not from your ***** Your womb is dried up The monthly cleanse broken Interrupted Your ovaries cry out- *The rain does not come The rain does not come The rain does not come* To wash away the old Prepare for the Coiling, growing, emerging The innocence to be birthed And spoiled by this world's evil. Redundant sexless girl Drained of life-giving blood Drained of nurturing power Drained of womanhood Redundant sexless girl Barren girl What use have you? What purpose? What right have you to still walk this most fertile Earth?

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“Do you have children?” “No” I reply. “Did you not want them?” What's with the why? Oh I wanted them alright But try as I might Their father never materialised So neither did they. Don’t assume my career must have got in the way Or hypothesize that I’m gay So proud all you mums of your legacy Well, it just didn’t happen for me. some of you think I’ve missed out on life And to an extent I’d agree this is true But how many of you Have seen as much of the world as I? I think with a sigh, At least I am free But, yes at times Incredibly lonely. So please don’t ask that question as though kids are a given BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T GIVEN TO ME By anybody. And I have to get on with life Hearing that question Which cuts like a knife I'm sorry It's fine It just makes me sad This reminder that I’ll never meet The children that I never had.

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Dec 13, 2014

Dec 13, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC

laura-turner

Please don't ask

“Do you have children?” “No” I reply. “Did you not want them?” What's with the why? Oh I wanted them alright But try as I might Their father never materialised So neither did they. Don’t assume my career must have got in the way Or hypothesize that I’m gay So proud all you mums of your legacy Well, it just didn’t happen for me. some of you think I’ve missed out on life And to an extent I’d agree this is true But how many of you Have seen as much of the world as I? I think with a sigh, At least I am free But, yes at times Incredibly lonely. So please don’t ask that question as though kids are a given BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T GIVEN TO ME By anybody. And I have to get on with life Hearing that question Which cuts like a knife I'm sorry It's fine It just makes me sad This reminder that I’ll never meet The children that I never had.

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