A woman sits alone in contemplation under the soft glow of the moon. Looking down she sees the movement of life from her womb. Evidence of a once promised love. Crimson tears well up in her eyes with the thought that one day they will want answers. Anger and self loathing in her heart for her weakness to so easily allow herself to open her heart to another to only be used for such carnal pleasures and tossed just as easily. The confusion as decisions come from life beckoning the answers to friends and family why she is facing bringing the lives of two children into the world alone. As each day passes she tries to be strong for herself and that of her unborn children. Most days tend to be rather harsh facing the reality that she will never have real love. The woman sits with tears rolling down her cheeks hoping the answer to her problem is not what she fears. The heart growing hard, cold, and bitter.
