Womb on Trial

Womb on Trial

Why The Creator must test my womb?
Why am I branded barren and desert?
Will I travel an infertile to the tomb?
Won’t lilies  bloom & smoothen my hurt?

Has will-o’-the-wisp clouded my faith,
Hail Mary pass it seems like now,
Hourglass ogles like ghostly wraith,
Heart just pacing, know not how.

Achilles heels unflinching prayers are,
And with my faith’s penumbra over it,
A crescent moon appears not very far,
Azur galaxy sparkles star lit. 

Chalice of future that’s shaping in,
Comforts my poignant heart,
Consolation of a life living within,
Cacophonous curses soon depart.
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