Resemblance

She was like that cold wind,

Who make sure its presence is felt

But then would stay no longer,

And will leave the time you slept.

Hard to catch, difficult to reach

The qualities she learned,

Her darkness was her comfort

A worldly relationship is not what she yearns for.

She was a wanderer without a home,

Love and hate are not her words,

A student who learned that friend has an end,

Poetry dipped in hurt.

And so whenever she felt weak,

She would make a cocoon around herself,

A cover to protect her heart, 

To come out as a resemblance of her true self.