She was dead from inside,
until there was life inside her.
A little heartbeat to sew
her lifeless, broken heart.

Those little kicks from inside,
were little bites of joy for her.
Unlike those monstrous ones,
from her husband, the father.

Her abused skin,
was now glowing.
With the sun in her womb,
it's no longer a dark night.

- Landlocked Sailor