Sunday Poem By Rebecca Hait

To Thy Bleeding Heart

You can endure the actual aggravation

Of conceiving an offspring

Yet, Nestled into wrecking ball

Tears wetting the cushions

Mind reeling with the unwanted touches

That you encountered

In the most unremarkable circumstances

Make thy heart bleed.

Consistently you drain

Yet, the aggravation is passable

Yet, the words confronted

Is the thing that makes thy drain

In the most genuine structure

You face consumes in the kitchen

While making nourishment for the family

However, it never vacillates your grin

The mental torment you go through

In the family, consumes your heart

That makes thy heart bleed

You trust, supplicate even

To stop the agonies

You think the universe

Has turned its back to you

The society thinks

It can choke you out

Be that as it may, what the world doesn’t know is

You will become alive once again

The world doesn’t have the foggiest idea

Thy heart

Can bloom the most uncommon blossoms

That can flourish

Under any circumstances