People judge each other. That is just a fact... It doesn’t happen every day, and often those who judge don’t mean to, but when judgement happens it is cruel and it burns. I do not have children, and cat lady jokes aside, I sometimes don’t know which hurts more: not having a child or the responses I receive from others when they find out. Some are wildly verbal and others awkwardly silent, but they both hurt. While not everyone wants children, for those of us who did but never had any, there is a hurt within that is rarely allowed to be expressed in safety. So we turn to other forms of creation to sooth our hearts. This poem is such a soothing creation for me. That Woman by Nanci Bern Not being that woman: The rush of heart stream swooping over the blood of birth I have not felt that, Not being that woman: My body does not recall the urge of time pushing flesh. I have not known that. Not being that woman: The stretch of m...
Women's Spiritual Poetry