It hit her in a way,

Even her pen shook for a while…

Leaving her papers blank for days,

Even her pen felt it bad…

The motivation inside,

Dropped to a level so low…

Lower than those she only heard from cowards…

Aware of the strength within,

Her body couldn’t take the cowardly drop…

Perplexed in the what now,

She even lost the peace left within…

Dragged into a black hole of useless thoughts,

Her mind succumbed to the negative phase…

Hurt with the mind loss,

Even lost all the vibes of keep going….

Following the days of pain,

Her pen acted strong,

Strong enough to pull a smile on her lips…

To sustain the wideness of the smile,

Her pen is doing all that ink without heart can do…