Her
And what else do you expect her to endure?
The mountains she climbed
Wasn't enough for you to ensure?
The burden she bore,
The mask of happiness she wore,
The hurdles of events,
The demise of her true self.
Yet left you wondering
What else is there left for her to forsake?
Her patience will surprise you,
Her strength will shake you.
On hindrance at a time
Let it all off at once, never mind.
A home, a shelter.
Yet no one to mend her.
A mind full of imagination;
Thorough and rough
With no stagnation.
Consume it, she says to herself.
Sooner or later she’ll turn the tables around.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world