The moon is big and red in the sky tonight,  
And this month, again, your body bleeds from between your thighs.  
Why is it so hard to create a life?  
A silent futile fight.

A baby, a family of three,
A new branch to our family tree.
I wish you to be a mother, and me, our baby’s father.  
But the wait only adds more weight,  
Heaviness and stress.

There is nothing wrong with your body,  
So please do not blame yourself.
If a god exists, then in her time,  
She will give us the gift of a new life,
Blessed with happiness and health.

My love for you will always be strong,  
And I will always be here for you.
With every tear and every cry,  
I believe that one day,  
We will have our time
To bring a beautiful baby into our life.

I am seeing everything, and I am made of dust,
My memories are fading like rust.
My hands shed from my skin to the sides of my eyes.I try to stop myself from slipping.
But I can’t.

We’re still falling, and we’re all spinning,
Together like a marble in the dark,
Finding comfort in the emptiness between our hearts.

Some of us are gods, crafting life on this earth,
All breeding as easily as we breathe.
Breathing like newborns.
How many breaths in a lifetime?
Each one a moment floating away.

Some believe books hold boundless answers,
But now we face more questions
Than our ancestors could ever answer.

So through the chaos and confusion,
We must seek true connection.
And though some answers elude us,
We must keep moving forward.