METAMORPHOSIS


She was soaring high, up and above 
in the sky. 
Just then, the bitter failure, envious of her glitter,
of her sparkle and shine, tip-toed in her life. 
Stealing away the light, darkness conquered her bright days,
breaking her into smithereens
and shattering the dreams she had to chase.

The time was no less than a nerve-racking nightmare.
Thousands of quandaries flitted through 
the labyrinth of her mind. 
And the world, unfortunately was blind
to see the chaos she had turned into.
With misted eyes and heart clad in abysmal despair
she had nowhere to go,
since the path to victory seemed to disappear.

For people around, she was the talk of the town.
Behind their concerns, opinions and help
was a hidden taunt. 
They laughed and mocked her, they kicked and pushed her,
draining every drop of composure,
merely left in her.

Confinement embraced her and solitude gifted her the love
 of words, which strengthened overtime. 
Books and writing became bliss to her.
Broken she was, now mended she is
and a writer is born within.
She is treading on a different path but, is not lost.
For one day, she will emerge again out of the chaos
to create magic with her words.😊



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  1. I bet most writers are born this way. Very beautiful poem. More power to such people.

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    1. Hello! Nice to see you here after long time :)
      Thanks a lot!

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