She clenched her fist tight,
breathed in deep, and prepared to put up a fight.
She was tired, weary and broken,
her fragile self now no more that stronger person.
Fearing, trembling and shuddering,
she cocooned herself in her arms.
Desperately trying to protect herself,
from the world of harms.
It scared her to no end,
the world at large.
It frightened her to depts,
the negetivity and the manipulative charge.
Her wandering mind took her back to days,
When she was innocent still unaware of the world's ways.
Happiness when relied on undefined things,
Sadness was then a concept out of her reach of the rings.
The image was vivid in the depth of her eyes,
She when once dreamt of diving deep and soaring the high skies.
This story is of a time when she wasn't scared of heights,
She couldn't see the lows, her eyes too blinded by the lights.
The freedom then bestowed,
was taken granted for.
The dreams then decorated,
were replaced out of the daily bore.
She longs to be back in her bubble,
When Dad was her hero, mom an angel and homework her only trouble.
When friends were made over tiffin breaks,
And when enemity lasted shorter than an earthquake.
The farsighted view was now cut short,
The seas she once hoped to explore were now dried of a drought.
Though the high skies still existed,
But her wings by now were bruised and battered.
She was locked up in a pretty flower,
tried to break free, everytime a little harder.
Not a protective heaven it was rather a cage,
failing to break and falling back all the time, filled her with shattering rage.
They thought she was comfortable in her resting,
Someone please ask her she was suffocating.
She felt no different than a prisoner,
the society being a jail, the norms of society her jailer.
The handcuffs of gold were still restraints,
the ones locking her were hardly unaware saints.
Slicing her heart open to bleed,
Does it matter if it was a knief or a harsh verbal feed.
Her fists would bang the iron bars,
Let me out- she would scream desperately.
The world too busy in admiring it's glamours,
it forever failed to hear her urgent cries of plea.
She was all by herself and she knew,
standing up for herself was now long due.
The theory of a knight in shining armor won't come right,
Her knight has his own demons to defeat and fight.
So she was left with no choice in sight,
the tigress would protect herself even if it meant having to hunt and bite.
The mind made and paws sharpened,
a deep breath in and resolve tightened.
She mustered the courage and brought herself up,
the broken expression gone and face made up.
Her heart still longed to live soul still cried to be let free,
But no one will ever know, she had gathered herself back,set herself right to never let anyone ever see.
