Butterfly

She, didn't need to have a name, reputation or something like a high achievement. Because everything she wanted to have was one thing. The one thing she always strived to have. In her own way, in her own light and through her own eyes.

No matter much, she was crushed with the big breeze that made her go in different directions.
Because what matters was that she fought to it. Getting back on her own. I think she lives in all of us. You just need to see it, alittle more closer.

Because that was how she became. A butterfly.