A tragedy of many layers

A birth different than most, allowed to exist but only just so

She refused to name the child, refused to hold it to her chest

Her life was spent in isolation, her fears and flaws were home

Hiding from those who had wounded her, like all of the rest

They'd broken her being, treated her like meat, a true tragedy

For her, the world was composed of fire, pain, and darkness

But it also contained innocents who were chosen as sacrifice

Her dream had been to simply be, to be left alone, in safety

Her child was now in that same world, alone and vulnerable

Would he be able to do more than endure, just to live or die
In that moment she did more than that, she gave him life 

“The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends
above all on the silence of women.”    Ursula K. Le Guin