Sorrow

Sorrow fills the air
I can taste it thick,
Hard to swallow
A lifetime of disappointment
Resting against my chest,
As I sleep the same space that oppressed me as a child

I never seem to be far from this place
It drags me back over and over like a curse
Perhaps it is the ghosts or
Echoes of my pain that saturate these walls
It permeates the paint and layers of plaster,
Bleeding my anguish into this house forever,
Calling me back to torture my soul

How do I break free?
The cycle of tears and aching of my heart

Maybe in death shall I finally be free
Or the love of my unborn child will cast me into the skies
Like a dancing dove on soaring wings
Breaking the cycle of sorrow for good

Pray for me my child,
I have yet to meet,
Yet to create
I love you even now when you are not near
A thought in my blessed womb
You are the only one who can heal me,
And deliver me from this deeply profound pain
Let me live to know you
To love you
To forever lose this sorrow