Sylvia Plath-Childless Woman

As I was reading this poem I got a sense of loss and sadness. The narrator of this poem is a woman who does not have a child. I do not think it is because she does not want one, but because she can't physically have one . She keeps saying that her world is lost without the feeling of having a child and doesn't know where to go or what to do. The narrator talks about her body and what it is doing to her. She feels like she has no path in life. I think the writer keeps having miscarriages when trying to have a child. She says, "Uttering nothing but blood-" All she can think about is the feeling of not being a mother to her own a child and that she will eventually die alone. I can not relate to this issue, but one of my biggest dreams in life is to be a mother. So I know I would feel just as devastated as the writer is portraying her feelings to her readers. It is life changing.