The Colors of Infertility

The Colors of Infertility

With each cycle, we face the deep red,
the color we inevitably have learned to dread. 

As can be expected with the cycle anew,
another lost chance, to feel so blue.

A new sign of hope as we see the light,
That bright yellow comes with such delight.

The new opportunity gives us the go,
We fly through the green- no time to slow.

As we come to a halt we courageously wait,
The violet mystery  faltering our fate.

Deep in our thoughts, yet another week,
the indigo anticipations feeling so bleak.

Hoping to finally see a second line,
a single pink streak, no baby of mine.

The dark clouds begin to bring the fear,
the black is coming, the end is near.

Alas, we wait for our crimson prison,
our infertile colors once more are risen.

Author: Yours Truly