Pages Overturned

A reader, a passionate one

Once just an introvert

Poured out her thoughts exaggeratedly

In the dog-eared pages of her notebooks.

She wasn't just scribbling her thoughts

She wrote down her hidden verses,

Day-dusk, Night-dawn till midnight falls.

On the twilight days, 

She took her pen and twanged,

Tore down papers,

Did she scribble content?

Or her saga? No one knew

But her inner self

Her room

The walls she was confined to

Knew the deepest and 

Silliest of dramas.

Thought by others, she is childish

But only that pages knew what she did to herself,

What she sacrificed for her parents to stay happily

But all she could give them was,

Darker sorrow

That made them think of her as unworthy of her talents.

A lot came

Many more bruised her, knocked her down

Some left remained few

Yet she alone healed.

With some unsaid words

She turns down her journey to end

With the diary safely parcelled 

To last deeds of her room

Where remained just the emptiness

Questions and interrogations.