She encases herself
In a narrow dark tunnel of obliviousness,
Too intimidated to believe
that there maybe a light at the end of it
a void,
like the soul her shell of a body possessed
even when there was light,
she would perceive it as an eclipse
She saw humans but no humanity,
But she isn't her thoughts,
She isn't her emotions,
She isn't
Fiascos and failures
Setbacks,
Rejection
Embarrassing moments
She's storm,
She's vigour,
Compellingly intense
She's the hero of the story,
She broke the chains,
And turned the pain into power.