The Tale of 'SHE'

From sneaking emotions out of her eyes to penning down the secluded ocean of her heart, 

She discovered herself.

She was told that magic comes in pieces and one have to wait for it, 

She was told that fake smiles are way better than a bleeding heart, 

She was made to see her flaws, 

she was asked to hide her nightmares, 

her timid heart was forced to be in despair,

She was a jar shrouded with scars, 

Scars that are untended and all bare,

waiting for the touch which truely cares,

But they said her scars are too awful to get loved, 

she was a jar filled with emptiness, 

Still having an ocean to share, 

An ocean, vast but disowned.

She was alone even in the crowd, 

But the ocean inside her was roaring loud.

She was advised to crave for fairytales, 

tales having overlooked cliches in veil. 

She was told that showing emotions will make her fragile,

that being alone is suffocating, 

that her heart is made to love others,

And she could never be loved.

But then a poetry happened, 

a poem which was lacking in rhymes just like her rhythmless life, yet overwhelming in emotions. 

She has found her own magic in verses, 

She has found her own self. 

She preferred to bleed by scarlet ink, 

she turned her nightmares into poetry, 

Her scars got concealed by invisible ink, 

Fresh and free verses made her heart sink.

Her solitude get adorned by worthy words, 

Words that can make one's heart flutter.

Fairytale was not the thing she craved for,

So she turned her heart into poetry and let them scatter.

Her emotions has never blocked her heart, 

her tears had let her poetry blossom.

her voids get filled with self love,

flames of stardust is rushing in her spine,

She is whole, she is a part of universe.

And the more she writes,

the closer she gets to herself,

the closer she gets to the universe. 

With love❤. . . 

 Abhilipsa🌱