Some Journeys Never End Poem by wardha jawdat

cruel cruel life
crueller crueller fate
cruelest of them all
death

to be alive as a mother
wrinkled crumpled
doubled
and to be made a mockery of
by age
standing at the edge of a grave
that should have been mine
and watch it devour
ogre like
the being to which i once gave life

oh god bear you witness
to this cruel joke
this cross
which must be borne
upon sagged shoulders
broken shattered dismayed

i look around to see
the next chapters in my
chronicles of tragedy
those scared timid beings
pearls of my seed
to whom i must now play mother

oh lord!
to have journeyed thus far'
only to discover
myself returned to barren shores
exertions unacknowledged
buried under nondescript earth

returned barren to shores
where cradles yet rock
and fables lie untold
oh lord
am i indeed to
reembark upon journeys
nature would have absolved me of
oh lord
to witness this pain
to survive my own child
i must have erred
i must have sinned
i must have faltered
for i have been denied
the honor of a grave
adorned by my heir.

my journey
yet
lies
in
wait