About 6 years ago I underwent a hysterectomy because of endometrial cancer. At home for almost a 7-week recovery, I had a chance to reevaluate my life and my job, and to more consciously create a healing haven for myself. At that time I thought I was dealing with the loss of my uterus and with the brush with cancer, but a year later it really hit me. This poem was the result:
The Weeping of a Disappointed Womb
Twice–
hiatus in the weeping
of a disappointed womb
Twice–
this womb embraced
wonderous babes
My womb was pleased
and so was I
we both reveled
in the ease
of pregnancy
the joy of birth
Long ago
a nurse said “the weeping
of a disappointed womb”
was a uterine function;
it stuck over the years
as I pondered
its accuracy and intent.
This womb, my womb,
provided good service
Symbolized the part of me,
hidden from incursions
of others
in use and abuse;
protected
within my body
protected
unconsciously by me,
until I could learn
to speak for myself.
As I apply
this wisdom
the uterus is taken from me
– endometrial cancer
hysterectomy needed
just enough time
for quick words, thoughts
gratitude, love, appreciation
for all its gentle weeping
all its being there with me
My womb is gone – and now I weep!
(published in Releasing Times)
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