2025 NaPM 5 April

[carahmellow]

Welp... this one turned out to be sort of personal and depressing, but you asked for it 

I could probably play around with it more... its clunky, but we'll see. I'm just trying to get out of my writing slump.

Write a poem involving fertility or fertilization.

Cruel Absent Mad

God left her womb empty,
year after year.
In devastation, she tried to cope
she turned her back and faced the lab
to give her a sliver of hope.
God wouldn't succumb 
to her desperate plea;
though omnipotent, he provoked.
Her faith gave way to test tubes and bills
for an act he could do for free.
Through a twisted arm,
he agreed,
through blood, he revoked.

Finally, a boy was granted
into her loving embrace—
she thanked him, with prayer,
for this blessing—
or a joke disguised as grace
He temporarily replaced
her lonely arms,
and gave her just a taste.
In only four short months,
after coos and cries,
he was sent to feed the daisies—

and there, in the dark,
the truth did spark,
where there were only tears to be had.
If there was a loving, 
all-powerful God,
he was either
cruel,
absent,
or mad.