She stood there in despair
Holding tears in her eyes.
Numbed, her dry lips moved some;
But, her eyes could tell all her cries.
Taken aback, yet not ripped into pieces…
Chin up, held herself high, but her smile has now what ceases.
Yes, a thunderous storm is much stronger than her, to shatter her world at one go;
But, the storm doesn’t know,
She is not that weak to bow.
Indeed,her tender heart bears all the pain,
To affirm, her life won’t be led in disdain.
She passes through a catastrophe;
Yet, her courage doesn’t allow her to withdraw.
She still stands there
Being a mess…
With a mess;
All her around.
Recollecting all her bits and pieces.
Restarting a journey, again;
Of Being Found!
This storm surely had taken away her precious pearl..
But, she will regain it back
It’s a promise, of an “Oblivion Backstreet Girl“.