“For days I didn’t bleed
The nightmares began
Loathing of the seed
Regret despite plan
Yes, it was agreed
The tree had to grow
Seeds were freed
Reap what we sow”
First few lines from poem number seventeen in ‘Death & Darker Realms’. Wrote this one last year. It dwells on an issue that is rarely talked about in poetry or even fiction for that matter – women who do not want children.
For the full poem, you could get a copy of “Death & Darker Realms” on Amazon. Following are some country specific links –
If you are not into poetry, then maybe you could check out my debut fiction book “Love, Loss, Lockdown“, a collection of short stories set against the Covid19 pandemic. It’s free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
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