Spring

Life is everywhere

It's been unseasonably warm here the past few days. This unexpected warmth as brought the tree buds to sprout, tulips to unfurl, and birds to begin to sing. Life is everywhere.

The sun is bright and my window is open and I can hear children playing down on the playground. A cool breeze bring the smell of spring into my office. Life is everywhere.

Everywhere but here...

The barrenness of winter is broken with the birth of spring. In spring we see the promise of hope. That life does indeed return to that which is empty, fruitless, cold, and barren.

Spring brings hope. Spring brings a future. Spring brings a reflection of what is not mine...

Barren, Bitter, Broken echos over and over, with each sparrow song I hear again...

Barren

Bitter

Broken

The song conitnues as the melody of springtime and a reminder of what is not mine

Empty.

Void.

Hopeless.

Seedless.

Lifeless.

Cavernous.

Unmerciful.

DEAD.

What life is there for me. What reminder must I face. Why does nature taunt and tease and remind me over and over and over again of what is not mine! What may never be mine!

Rejected

Refused

Rmorse

Tears

awaiting the death of my womb.

Blood

Pain

Renewal...