My belly is empty and my heart is full.
There still sadness from when he let go of me.
My hands never quite fit in his, yet his soul fit mine.
The other boy crossed the street today as I sat in my car,
wearing a blue shirt running to catch the train.
We didn’t choose this life, it chose us.
There are babies but these ones are not ours,
it’s not our time and when is it, it will happen.
The virgin in us still there, inexperienced.
Our mothers did not teach us how to love ourselves,
they only showed us how to love everyone else.
We are constantly backing ourselves against odds,
clenching our fists in the hopes that we win.
The growth pain that we experience bond us together,
in the kind of sisterhood that’s everlasting.
That conception was a rebirth for you,
there is more light entering your soul,
and if you let it, it will illuminate your heart.