Back then I call her fearless
Known to be the survivor of all her mess
Fire is what she breathes
Never startled by death
Daydreaming of her ending
Unbothered if soon she'll stop breathing
It wasn't that bad to disappear from the universe
Treating happiness and pain as curse
She's too brave for her age
She's wise - a sage
But growing up she's losing it
To be wise and brave - she forget
My fearless woman is slowly fading from my view
She tried to do her best- she failed- can't undo
Did life became so hard and blue?
Or perhaps she became too weak to get through
Now, she's thankful for everyday that she's able to wake up
Hoping that the next day she can get through all the crap
Learning to appreciate happiness
Trying to remain tough
She's now conscious of the words her lips would utter
More patience than ever
My fearless woman who aren't scared of death
Now, can't even think of getting buried by the heath
Now, that she's looking forward to the future
The universe gave a sign saying, "Uh oh! It's blur"
She found a reason to love her life more
But the universe seems to have a great humor
Her prayers changed
From, "God, I'm ready to die already"
To, "God, please I want to live, don't take me"
Pages rearranged and interchanged
She met new people and varied knowledge achieved
She found the reason to live
However, it's too late
Perhaps, next life, she'll wait
Rain
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HER JOURNAL
Non-FictionIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. A journal of a girl we'll just call Rain. Isn't it interesting to read someone's journal? She say's, "Sometimes, it's better to let a stranger...
