Cycle Day One

Mother nature says hi
As father time ticks on by

The glimmer in my eyes slowly fade
While the hope from my heart continues to drain

I have lost this battle, but yet not the war
For maybe this month I can even the score

With two lines to confirm, a baby I seek
Who knew creating new life would be such a feat

Adding mom and dad to husband and wife
Would bring so much meaning into our life

My words attempt optimism, my face shows pain
Who knows what is next in this infertility game

Meanwhile, tragedy and defeat become
The only things I feel on cycle day one

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