my (un)favorite rant

Sometimes I feel like I'm from another planet.

The childless planet.

I'm missing something.

I'm incomplete. I'm lost.

What is my purpose?

What will be?

I need your strength, G-d.

Our Matriarch Sarah lacked children most of her life.

I don't know how I can cope.

I want to feel good.

Will I feel the touch of my own child?

Where (are) is she/he (they)?

Please come out of hiding.

I'm ready to love you.

all or nothing...

Supposedly I like to write. I really do, once I am in the mood, or in the rush of an idea that flows really well. Otherwise, I don’t do it. I don’t like to feel like a failure, or admit I am as lost as I am. I feel so rusty. I have no clarity, in so many ways. I feel I have nothing interesting to write about anymore. Ok, so I don’t have any children. Boo Hoo. So much worse things could be happening to me. G-d Forbid, of course. I need something to awaken me. My soul has numbed. I’m tired of trying to inspire myself.

I can’t give up.

I'm trying....