It's never what it really seems
Holding dreams
To far away to understand
The reprimand

Was it Gods judgement?
She asks of her self
As she grieves for the life
Where a hand wasn't dealt

With windows and mirrors
Reflecting her past
All for desire
Of a love that would last

Finding it there
Through the darkness and gloom
Only to have it
Ripped from her womb

It's never what we think it might be
Not here, in reality
For even the true st of loves, have their test
Suffering life, just like the rest.

for whatever reasons, to whatever end. 'life' is all we know, and it can be the hardest to cope with....aml...k