Being a Mother

This face in the mirror ain't much familiar. She can see those eyes really happy and glowy, with the extraordinary spark of being the master of her own life... but it doesn't seem to be the reality anymore.
Just a distance of barely 30 centimetres has changed the view of life already, where she can see those eyes completely tensed and worried, almost questioning herself, "Why did you do this? Why did you let it happen to yourself? What about your family? What about the society? You're a completely lustrous soul, dipped in tons of shamelessness and you still have the courage to face a new life?!" The thoughts are drilling the soul deeply, where the only realization comes back is, 'What have I made of myself and my life? I was never like this. Is it his charm that turned things over? Or is it my vulnerability that landed me in a trouble this way!'
Completely clueless and confused about what's happening to her body and to her soul... she tries every other althernative to escape the situation.
Turning around away from the mirror, realizing how intense it is... difficulty walking in a bulging belly can't help going back in the past. What wasn't thought that moment was coming over again and again... leaving no space for the life to play its game at its own pace. The numbness in the soul and tearlessly crying eyes every single moment... welcoming a new life ahead, just can't get over the amount of attachment they have got to the only hope left for her in the form of a new innocent face. Her fantasies of playing and caring for her doesn't fade even with those smokingly red teary eyes, and yet she has the courage to show how being a mother is special... no matter how hard the life is, for the only life you can say is really yours is the infant life in your arms finding her world in 'just you', only you...
While she sees those mistakes of past, she also sees a life in future... the world is different, the outlook is changed... however she might sell her body for sex... she still is a 'mother!'