Here she was seeking, something...living

Let’s say it, her past failures,

Robbed her, stippled her esteem with negativity

And in the darkest time, hope was absent 

She had moments of joy, and she shared her life 

With two gifts of exquisite delight, that became her world.

Yet she was seeking!

He was thrusting deep, as if he wanted to pierce her soul. Each stroke cauterising the pain of her past.

Transforming with passion, her battered and bruised heart

Pushing her to that place of utter bliss 

He pounded on and on

No mercy sought, no mercy given 

It wasn’t just that his seed washed her womb 

He planted hope 

That her brokenness, would become beauty within them 

Here, she was seeking, something...living

Breathing

Brooding.