Prayer for Fertility Treatments
Open, o open for us the gates
I pray and pray
the body's silence
swallows my prayer
I want to run out into the sunlight
be impregnated by the virile air
take the syringe out of my uterus
where is my mother, where is the midwife
when will the darkness blur into a shape
in this room discarded ova hover
ghostly spheres above the metal ploughshares
of the fertility doctors
why am I here
I want to give life to a single cell
so little to ask
so much
Excerpt from a poem/prayer written during fertility treatment. Printed by permission of the author, circa 2008.
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