Another Tale

By Rhea Madhikar

Bewildered, as she seemed

having no clue what she was gonna be

nothing less like a hemlock tree,

was this world, she never dreamed.

She once walked with her head low,

shadows big, steps so slow,

With steady hands and kinder heart,

she gave herself a brand new start.

My dear, the world might have forgotten

to all the agony that it gave her,

fearless she has now become,

aint' no one stopping her-

that a warrior she has now become.

Broken girls can rise again,

from deepest cuts and sharpest pain

whilst others wander for her name,

she comes out stronger, never the same.

By Rhea Madhikar