SHE

Aching to be heard and be accepted as they are
The cacophony of tired thoughts within her often scuffled
Striving steadily to leave the door of her mind ajar,
Yet, she would stay calm until these voices muffled.

The outburst of emotions caged since long
Would gush out with all its might
Plunging the tag of being happy and strong,
Eventually leaving her lonely on gloomy nights.

Exasperated with the ongoing debate inside her
She would yearn for a peaceful caprice
Revolting against her own demons,
She would sleep with the promise to rise.

Nevertheless, for her, the sun shines brighter the next day
The inharmonious thoughts would soften and retreat
She would march with pride and hear people say,
Look there she goes, a woman of substance, whole and complete....
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