Young Writers Society

Day: 16
Infertile:

No longer will I
Pass the baby section
Hopeful

There will be no
Tiny footsteps heard in this
House

How do you explain
To your husband that you’re
Broken

You see
My dreams cease to
Exists

Once the doctor
Uttered a single word:
Infertile.

Day 17:

The moment I knew:


Knees trembling
Like a kite in the wind

Heart pounding
Like a jackhammer

Hands cold
Like her nose in the winter

Mind racing
Like Nascar

I pull her towards me
And make that first move

Sweet and tangy
Like our first kiss.

Day 18:

A Mother's Wound:

I pray the world
Your soul to keep

A perfect beauty
You came out of me

Yet, I cannot have you
No cries or gurgles

You’re blue
Eyes rolled to the back

Cold as ice and
Dressed like a porcelain doll

A still doll
That I held close for nine months

Day 19:

Memories:

A precious moment
Significant
Frozen in time

Still like photograph
Memories
For generations to see

Time just stops
For
Milliseconds you see

I’ll remember
You
As the person you were

In those black
And
White still lifes

Hopefully you’ll see
Me
In the beauty of our memories

Day 20:
Crash:

A swig of a bottle
A swerve of a lane

The beep of a horn
The cry of an infant

That’s when everything
Changed

No more late night feedings
No more diaper changes
No more kisses on the nose
No more sweet smelling baby shampoo

All because of you
A drunk driver

Day 21:

Scared:

Afraid of the dark
Age six

Afraid of school
Age twelve

Afraid of driving
Age sixteen

Afraid of leaving
Age eighteen

Spend your whole life
Wishing to leave

Now the chance is here
And you’re scared

Too prideful to admit
You cry at night

You’ll miss home
Mom and dad

When the day comes
You won’t be able to stop

Your tears
Or endless hugs

Remember how you life
Use to be forever in your heart

Because everything is
About to change

Day 22:

Torn Apart:

Vivid as a summer day
Sweet as July rain

A kiss of vibrant shocks
Feelings blooming in every which way

Soft as rose petals in the spring
Bees buzzing out a ring

Droplets of mother nature’s tears
Dripping on my skin

Mother would disapprove
But I need five more minutes

Of heaven in my arms
A savior in my sight

Your heartache
Brings me pain

Our tears will mix with the rain
Washing away our angst

Day 23:
Angst:

Stronger than a hurricane
Our teenage angst
Brings us pain

Raging within ourselves
No one understands
No one cares

Where they see no problems
They see no pain
But our pain is so great

Pull back our selves
You’ll find scares
That took years to carve

Pull back our blankets
You’ll find tear stained sheets
It’s the only way we can sleep

Pull back our skin
You’ll find war storming
In our hearts and minds

To be strong
Is to have no fear
Release no tears

But no one’s
Giving us the tools
To be do so

We’re just mediocre teenagers
Crazed about our pain
Never growing up

Day 24:
Nursing:

Not sure if this is what I want
A job for money can silence my head, but not my heart

Union university is my school of choice
But I’ll forever be paying student loans

Really, I didn’t think it would be so hard
I thought I had it all planned out

So now I’m second guessing decisions
I made months ago

E ducation if the profession chosen by my heart
But it won’t pay for my loans or way of life

Day 25
The pen is mightier than the sword:

Day 26:
Don't be: