Maia's tears fall
Upon my barren soul
And empty womb.
Caressing me
With your tender winds
Spreading your subtle perfume
Far and wide.
Whispering promises
Of growth and change
In my ears.
Absently
My hands move
To my abdomen
Rubbing it.
Phantom pains
Of a growing child
Fills my body
With love.
Knowing
This shall never pass
For me.
As young men and women
Dance around
The Maypole.
Honouring Maia
On this
Her day.
In the age-old ritual
Of young women
Leaving behind
Their childhood.
In becoming
Mothers.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Maia, is the ancient Greek Goddess for mothers, from whom, the month of May, is derived from. Something, as a transwoman, I will never experience, without placing my health, at great risk, to do so.
