Uterus Doth Not Protest

I knew a long time ago that marriage and motherhood were not the type of things that would keep the rough edges of my life sewn neatly together.

For me it is the silence, the melancholy, the words, the magnetic glances of a lover, memories replayed to the tune of my laughter or my tears, the soft fur of a friend beneath my fingers, the sun on my back, the dirt beneath my bare feet, the deep breaths, the quick shallow breaths that punctuate an evening or an afternoon of passion and the spaces between it all where I can reflect on the things that I love and the things I can do without.

As a female I have chosen the path, the road less traveled. My uterus, ovaries and vagina have not protested as of yet.