A poem about my biological clock |
I can hear the sound of the ticking of the clock Telling me my time is near I need to get things clear All this brings much fear I can hear it pounding away day by day Telling me time is getting away Older I get the louder it sounds It is like a thousand machine gun rounds The clock I speak of is not real Is the biological one that is found in a woman It tells us that we need to reproduce That is is our duty and cross to bear No one tells us when we are young That this clock really works Only that we need to think about child birth To expand our ancestral line Now at thirty-six the sound is unbearable It hits me in the heart and controls the thoughts in my mind All day and night I think how I have done things wrong Now I am stuck in time I waited to long to get my chance I Tried to hard to make it land Over and over I have tried but my body Now that is what has set me back This started to fall apart The body is tapping out a little too soon No flow comes monthly It has stopped so abruptly Since I was small I only had one wish To be a mom and have small kids But as the time is flying past This dream was not meant to last I can hear the ticking of the Clock It drives me insane I can feel the heartache It is etched in my brain I can hear the ticking of the clock It is getting louder here It is in control now I shed some tears I feel broken and less of a woman now The depression of failing is stronger somehow The damn clock keeps ticking away harmoniously Be if it was to ever stop it would mean time gave up on me. |