Stacey Smith

In insensitivity I lost my place 

Through infertilitys cold trace 

My ribcage encased my ripped in half heart

A hearts cage through infertilitys rage 

Through warfare 

I kept turning the page 

Stronger now

Through every disappointing stage 

For infertility mixed with insensitivity is cold

But our ribcages are strong 

Designed to protect delicate hearts 

You have no hold 

I command my heart to unfold, re-shape and mould, piece by piece, back whole 

Stronger and at rest now

Because my story is told!