She is not doing great these days.

She was devastated and suffered…

She was put up in hell…

She can feel heaven only in her fantasy…

When everyone knows the end page, she is still trying scribble furiously.

She hates this feeling, like something cutting into her deep down.

The suffocation is so hard to bare.

Still…

She holds the ray of hope.

She is challenging people to prove them wrong by dancing on the knives.

She doesn’t feel the pain of someone stabbing her from the back.

Not because, she is strong but because she is numb.

But, fate never wants to unleash happiness for her

Here it comes,

The dark realization in one day.

She became the scarlet letter.

She became quiet and vulnerable.

She disowned everyone and drowned in her own fear

There is no light in her soul, pitched black dark.

She keeps on trying to find the puzzle, not knowing she actually lost.

She is searching something or anything to cling to.

But, she always ended with empty hands.

Nothing fades,

Every single thing she touched.

Every single second she spent.

Every little feeling, she felt.

Nothing fades from her memories.

She is desired on not giving up to the darkness

She stood up - Tripped in every single step.

She never flinched, Brushed the dirt and again stood up.

She drifted from dark by holding the last tiny piece of hope again.

So far, Nothing actual good happened in her life. But, she is not going to doubt her, not this time.

Carrying a bag full memories of Love, regret, shame, Joy and Happiness.

She wanders around the corners of her world to settle down her soul.

She started looking into every little thing she crossed by…

She run behind the butterfly which is trying to reach the sky.

She moves like a breeze around everywhere in to the forest.

She learned the language of birds chirping above the trees.

First time after so long.. She smiled…

It started raining…

When she drenched, she feels her shame dissolved.

When she felt the softness of the flowers, she regained her kindness.

She is watching birth of moon, rays of hope started waking up in her.

From the death of happy rain droplets, She started to gain her own trust.

She felt strong after having a pleasant conversation with the clouds.

Now,

She can breathe peacefully…

She can calm herself…

She can be able to look into the outside world.

She can be able to think for herself.

She got her HOME.

-Yours Venu