THAT DAY.
From that day,
she wasn't her anymore.
She felt different,
with the bad echo.
As broken pieces,
she lay on the ground,
shook like thunder,
when the wind blew past her.
Tears, accompanied her,
everywhere she went,
be it to the kitchen,
or to the bed.
Her soul,
was snatched away from her,
leaving her alive,
though she felt dead.
Anions, filled her brain
this is it, she decided.
She couldn't ,
face the world anymore,
she felt, she can be here no more.
A girl of age 10,
was raped today
was the news thrown at her.
No, she breathed.
not again.
She couldn't let this happen,
couldn't let the girl feel the same pain.
That day,
something clicked in her,
her pieces were fixed,
for the little girl.
This is it, she irately decided,
this time, not to go,
not to run away, but to stay.
Pity faces and,
judgemental eyes,
still stared at her
But that didn't stop her,
from being remonant altogether.
She bloomed,
again and again and again,
waiting to heal herself enough,
to fight the world.
Finally, one day
she rose, for herself,
and for the little girl.
She thought,
if I should go to the court,
to voice my pain and of the little girl, I will.
if it should be done, then it will.
That day,
she got her freedom,
and that of the little girl,
because of her will and power.
"If it should be done, then it will.
stand up for yourself, and for the world"
claps echoed in the auditorium,
and lights focused on her.
The girl who was once broken, and
who decided to go away for ever,
was standing there,
with head held high
giving hope to others.
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"If it should be done, then it will. She stood up for herself, now it's our turn".
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
