As she walks carelessly, barefoot on the sea sand,Fluorescent, luscious moonlight dawning on her face,She thinks about the time she could've let all this end, If only her courage was just enough to fight against her case.She wasn't regretful, while she stumbled upon a pebble, As she could not have a child of her own, a child as delicate as a petal,A child she could use to shield herself from those demons,Those monsters who think woman without a child should be disowned. She sighs, as she watches bright weeds and turtles floating around, Reminiscing about those times she was still