She

She was the fire in the flames

The storm in the rain

Shattered in pieces

But stood up again.

Mind was dizzy

Heart was roaring

Too weak to move on

She was holding on to the tiniest line of hope.

She was known by all

But understood by none

Everyone saw her smiling face

But never thought she might be dying inside.

She was an introvert

Yet talked a lot

Only to few people

As her trust was lost.

She would take on all the adventures

With heart as brave as any legend

Never scared the danger signs

Because that is what she was made with.

Lost in the world of busy,

She would cry herself to sleep

But promised each night

To start the day anew.

She fancied the moon in the night sky

Not knowing she was also the Moon

Different everyday

And even lost sometimes.