Someone's

By Rakhitha P

I once read a story about a girl,

Who was the dearest of the dearest,

The one adored and adorned.

Her life lavish with love, she thought it eternal.

But as she grew, she became someone’s sister

And then someone’s wife.

Years went by, and now she’s someone’s mother

And for some, their grandmother.

Her heart burned for the name that was once hers,

For the life she so dearly missed

For the time when she was a girl, when she was hers and hers alone,

When her name was not someone else’s and her hands were not so cold.

The story ends with her final parting,

But her life continues in mine

As I grow and my name becomes no longer worthwhile.

The fire in my heart, destroying itself

To free it from the pain, the misery

Of being forgotten, of being one who never was.

By Rakhitha P