She pictured the forests-
She heard the moonlit darkness callÂ
Inside the darkness, she feltÂ
She would have solitude and calm.Â
So she walked into the jungleÂ
A little light was all she hadÂ
The trees loomed
The animals cried outÂ
The winds blew strong.
It was then that she began to realiseÂ
That she had understood it all wrong
The darkness was an oasis of its kindÂ
It couldn’t bring more lightÂ
All it would do to her was misguide.
So she turned back and made her wayÂ
The anxiety loomedÂ
Pain made her cry outÂ
The winds blew strong.
This time she wasn’t running awayÂ
FightingÂ
StrugglingÂ
GrowingÂ
A warrior in the making.