Reincarnation of a Woman

Under an oak tree,

Exhausted from her travel;

A woman stood on her knees,

With no cheerful thoughts;

As she's not free.

Her feet swelled,

Her legs hurt.

To stay alive she quelled,

Though dirt clung her hem.

No sound one can hear,

No motion one can see.

Thus life in her belly so dear,

Was from that of she cannot flee.

The pain she bore,

How dreadful it was.

Tore her, ripped her,

Wished it to to be bountiful;

As she hoped and dared.

Twilight fell upon,

With distraction of slaying pain.

Whilst she mourned alone,

Except for the weariness; she was in vain.

Patience and patience,

Robbed her blind.

Is this worthwhile?

To promise that needing a heart that's kind.

The first evening star shone,

When she regained her strength;

Before she wept  but now another whined,

Blessed by the gift, it was better than to be a wife;

Forgetting the struggle, gazed at his face so divine.

Under the oak tree,

Exhausted from her journey.

A woman lay flat;

With such cheerful thoughts,

Although she may never be free...ever.