Heart ensues a battle

A battle long lost.

Yet the hand trembles

While it grabs the knife.

Guilty conscience and tear eyes face,

Forced , miserable and unloving life.

All stemmed into hatred

Strong and unabated.

Waves of anger flushed upon her

Her grief deepened and hand shaked.
The cot squeaked ,

And then squealed.

The child cackled unknowingly ,

Her laughter sweet to the ears.
Her mother’s​ face , she recognised ,

Even year laced and freaked.
The mother held her breath ,

And let the knife fall down.
It arced through the air,

Gracefully and unknowingly.

Years of torture and mental pain

Forced it to cut through the air,

As it struck , hard , the floor ,

And the blade broke , so did the mother.
She shrieked and cried 

For mercy on her soul.

To take the life , of her own child ,

Even the thought was a sin.

She wailed the god to take her life

And end this mortal suffering.
Time passed and she laid there

Sobbing on her , now asleep child.

A lass of two , barely grown.

Yet rejected by people

Whom’s blood ran in her veins.
What the world thought,

She couldn’t care less.

Her mother was there

And that’s all that mattered.
There is a thing about women.

When their eyes well up

And no one is there to wipe them.

They let those tears fall ,

Until the well dries up.

That is when self pity ends

And resolves sets in.

Strong than steel

And harder than diamond.

Made from the very pain

That was inflicted upon them.

That’s when they take the world

For their very own.

And puts their foot on the chest

Of those who hurt them.
The mother stood up ,

Cradled the girl in her arms ,

Set her foot on the street , 

And disappeared into the night.
Away from pain , foolishness and suffering.

Off to make another world.
One where her daughter is never threatened.

One where she lives freely , her life ,

And her mother’s too.