The Road

The road was long and cold was the night.

She Decided to walk,

On the coldest night, she hit the longest road,

She was afraid of course, she was not very bold.

“You can’t pave this road” so she was told.

She was alone, no one’s hand she could hold.

She was waiting in the dark, shivering in the night so cold.

Didn’t know the way, not any place to go.

But, she had hope. So,

She kept going wherever the road goes.

Leaving behind all the doors that kept her,

Kept fighting her own demons who now left her.

Gone was the weight on her heart,

Loneliness didn’t bother her anymore,

It was her inseparable part.

The road was long and cold was the night.

And she knew she started a fight,

At least she was doing it right,

Holding on a Hope too tight.

Wishing for a Life…

If not too colourful not very bright..

Hoping for a place

Where, Her voice had words,

Her thoughts were heard.

Where, she was not muted anymore,

Not held behind the doors.

Where, she had respect she earned,

Her worth is learned.

Where, she was not a clay to be moulded,

Not a toy to be played with.

Maybe at the end of the road….

But

The road was long and cold was the night.