FREE AGAIN.

She would have it all again,
But this time without the pain
And sad betrayal of him

Across the years, and wasted
Days and nights, and poured out tears
For injuries received, words

Tainted with lies and sharp barbs,
And the brutal barrenness
Of childlessness, because he

Said it's not his thing to bring
The likes of her to life, and
Such a world would be unkind

So said he, but not she, whose
Uselessness was there to see,
But feelings she had, and broke

Free to be herself again
Without betrayal and pain.