She'll Never Bear (Day 1)

That moment, when I knew
That she would never bear,
Wrenches my heart,
Like a piercing drill,
With a resounding shrill,
Penetrating like a saw,
The same saw that took it all,
Left her covered in liquid red,
Quivering without her womanhood,
Dawning upon her, alas!
Oh, but she would never bear,
The beautiful litter,
That she could have had,
Those that she could have called her own,
To take her loneliness away,
And fill the scar that was left behind,
With a sweetness so soft,
That the scar would throw itself open, 

Expelling the pain, that gift from nature, 

Embracing the love from that sweetness so tightly,
Sewing up the opening,
Softly, without a scar.