The Struggle .

Weeped silently for days, 

With a heart deserted and distressed. 

Tears compiled the pain, 

While those conversations dispersed them again. 

That secret diary now began speaking loud, 

With the words and emotions in it that she poured out .

Nothing could make her lively, 

All she used to do was note down every cause of her tears noticeably .

The pen and paper I guess brought her alive, 

Togetherly she found the new purpose of living her life.

A new life that's captivated with positive thoughts, brings her peace to thrive.

And an enigmatic energy

That happily answers to her inner soul,the reason of living.

Puzzling herself into the world of words she indeed made a life's new beginning .