Dear Diana

"There is no pain like the pain of an empty womb. Nothing like touching life as it oozes out of you. The frantic rush of urgency that ushers the dull throb of hollowness. It stays with you for the rest of your life. The shame of denial by the gods. Deprivation of what fulfills every woman. You will never hold a child in your arms. Your nights will never be disturbed by howling infants. No colorful toys will adorn your home. You are a barren woman."