A Woman’s Heart

A cyst suspected, growth disguised;
The tumor grows and swells inside

Devouring tissue, eating flesh
My organs ravaged, lump enmeshed

The truth arrives: they can’t be saved
A surgery must now be braved

I heal in silence, drugged and sore
A woman emptied, womb no more

What makes a woman? Does she bleed?
What lies beyond her fertile need?

The crone awaits; a fleck of youth
defies her, standing fierce in truth

My soul emboldened, self awake
A womb does not a woman make

Her arms outspread, her fears depart:
A woman’s worth is in her heart.