And,

It arrived..

Drenched in it she wondered,

What, why and how?

Pondering for long,

She found a clue..

Clue of what’s gone,

Gone is the spark,

The enthusiasm,

The shine,

And

Herself…

 

Leaving behind a blank piece of paper,

She found herself gone…

Gone far from the words that once nourished her,

Fled from the canvas she used to dance on,

And gone,

Gone away from the girl she was once proud of…

 

Her fear,

Her minimal self esteem,

It took her strength away…

Clutched in zones unknown,

She saw the self going,

But realized the depth later…

Away from the self she loved,

She feels a bit low…