Biography of a poetic girl

08/12/24

Alone at six
Learning things and how to fix.

Life was tough.
At age six, things were rough.

Independent
No time for merriment.

No childhood life to call,
No time to play at all.

In solitude,
She'd watched the multitude.

A young girl who grew up,

Without someone to call up.

She couldn't ask for help,

So, she kept everything to herself.

With pens and notes,

She'd just write unspoken quotes

Quietly, her fears and pains

She'd wail through the strokes of her pens.

When will troubles end?

Someday, mumbling while she looks at the sand.

At teens, things were still difficult.

She prayed for all her troubles come to a halt

But no, 'til now they keep taunting.

At night, she cried, past is still haunting.