The Womb

The Womb

This empty sacred space,
Once filled,
Once thriving,
Aches.

The fertile field,
The warm room
That held a most precious
Soul that is gone.

Stark and hollow,
Surrounded by a whirlwind
Of hope, doubt, sadness
It stares back questioningly.

What is next,
What can grow there,
With love, compassion, warmth,
...me.

-M. Kirkpatrick 3/31/17 (inspired by my friend Mia Merin's painting).