Once there was a girl
Who was as beautiful as a shining pearl.
She was her father’s princess,
And for her mother, an ocean of happiness.
Her angelic smile was contagious.
Amidst her laughter and giggles, she was a genius.
She would paint and play all day—
“A chirpy little girl,” they would say.
One day, suddenly, her life changed;
A storm came by, unexplained.
She stood there strong at the age of seven,
When people her age live in heaven.
The storm went by after a year,
and left her shattered in tears.
Her mind was flooded with memories that were bad;
She ceased to smile, as she was sad.
The misery did not end there—
Another storm could be sensed in the air.
She endured that too, silently;
Her mind was left with another bad memory.
The storms ceased to leave her,
And the memories became even more bitter.
But she managed it all so well—
No one knew she was living in hell.
But one day, she could take it no longer.
She decided to give up, not knowing she was stronger.
She now turned to medication and pills,
because she could no longer deal with the ills.
Suddenly, on her darkest night,
She found her brightest light.
What brought in the brightest light?
The realisation that she could fight.
