What is this newer feeling,
this feeling that is softer.
feeling, sweet, little pain,
Searching for answers in the depth of the mind.
More talking, years of talking.
Maybe death would be better.
Perhaps that would be too kind.
Left out in the cold
Chill breeze whipping memories
Never to have felt
that growth within her belly.
Never to have felt,
a child emerging.
The inner peace disrupted,
like a bullet exploding in the brain.
Denial broken through,
reality in its wake.
When the universe turns cold
and we are reminded we are old.
No longer the dreams of childhood,
but the adult world of pain understood