Pursue Her If

She made 

Herself

As her own

Solace.

From a reason

To smile

To the solution

Of her chaos race.

Circumstances

That seems meagre 

Was actually a laden,

That's why shedded her

Feelings Ruthlessly.

She is now 

Used to see 

As a free bird

Flying high,

Chirping carelessly.

Though,

That's tangible 

To her soul-

She is just wearing

A flinty mask

After an introspection.

Because she thinks 

She did a mistake,

Embracing, so that 

She can change 

All the mess 

She had created with perfection.

Pent up

That linger 

For which

She crucified

Her self esteem

Beneath,

Now succumb.

Sinister 

Her inner conscious

To rely on a

Drastic transition,

That's what 

She is doing now-

Making her emotions numb.

She is me

She is you 

Learn how steely

She is,

Pursue her if 

Relevance to you

Don't sequester 

At least to yourself whiz.

'Initiate and struts'