Her.

She was taken to a place.
Never did she belong there.
Outgrowing her comforts was what she wanted.
Amidst the hectic music and cocktail talk,
She could hear the tick of the clock.
Caustic, screeching, frightening;
Yet comforting her existence.

She wanted to be a sailor, an artist,
An enigmatic personality.
Mingling with crews, giggling with young souls.
She toiled across the years.
Smiling, healing, getting stronger.
Also, she drowned deep.
A mirrored pool of thought.

Paradigm was her mind.
All the zest in the world hid in her.
But her pretty heart,
Was bruised, tormented and hurt.
But she was sure of one thing;
it would soon be over.
The waves would wash away the despair.

Hence, she went on.
Conquering her little endeavors.
Embracing what the world wished for.
Excelling in her own beautiful ways.
To the world, she was a happy wonder.
Deep down, the scar still remained.

 © Deekshita Srinivas. 
     16th June, 2015.