Lullabies of the Tranquil Sky

3

III. A Fighter

She, a woman who was drowned in a deep and wide ocean of melancholy,
Praying everyday was her way to lessen her heart's heaviness and to escape world's cruelty,
Wishing that someday she'll be a character in a fiction story,
Because she realized that fantasy is better than reality.

Darkness was her friend when the world was against her,
Being compare to someone was her greatest fear,
Yet, everyone was comparing her since last year,
And, when she's shouting for help everyone had a deaf ear.

Smiling in front of everybody was her daily routine,
But, in a quiet, dark place she's crying 'cause of too much pain,
Her tears were flowing endlessly like a vigorous rain,
Hoping that someone will assure her and entertain.

In a gloomy room she's hiding and suffering anxiety,
Because she's tired listening to the judgements of society,
Weary of begging people's symphaty,
Yet, behind her life misery and tragedy, she still wants to feel felicity.

She's humorous, but had a sensitive heart,
When others judged and yelled at her, she easily hurt,
She's carrying the baggages of the traitorous world, but she's smart,
She's not an artist, but considers anxiety as an art.

She's tired of overthinking and questioning her worth every night,
She wants to wish upon a star to make things right,
That her dark world will be light and bright,
And, everyone will love and hug her tight.

One cloudy day, she woke up and screamed,
She wants to start a new life and forget her past as if it was a dream,
She wrote the words 'a fighter' together with her name,
She hid the paper and put it in a frame.

She's a victim of the intimidating trap of life called depression,
Yet, she still feels lucky because it taught her life valuable lesson,
That she'll fight because everything happened for a reason,
And, this pain of her will permanently disappear soon in a perfect season.

By the way, she is me. I'm the fighter.

-Skieslany