Missed Opportunities

A cacophony of sound awakens me

Drowsy, I reach and silence the noise

Up and stumbling towards the shower

There’s no thought needed here,

this is the habit if a lifetime

I step under the curtain of water

Wonderfully wet, refreshing, dragging me from my sleep

I’m suddenly aware of an additional warmth

coming from the most intimate part of me

I look down at the diluted river of red,

tracing pretty patterns down my legs,

staining the water ochre

My womb tightens to confirm the discovery

It’s only purpose now to expel it’s contents

Reminding me of yet another missed opportunity

Motherhood has eluded my grasp yet again