Shattered now, she lay still
Knowing that moving wasn't helping
Attracting attention wasn't the way out
Nor could she just shout.
Bound were here hands and legs, though figuratively
Motion of any kind disengaged
And though her senses were up and running
She felt numb, useless and paralyzingly ill.
The castle was broken into
That bloody rascal of an ass****
As she lay down she thought back
To the better times, when trust wasn't a loophole.
Everything was always assumed
That things could always workout
Never did she for once believe
That her privacy and security would be breached.
Life had quickly taken a turnaround
Within a short time, the light had been withdrawn.
The one whom she believed in with her life
Was the one who let her down.
For days she couldn't believe what was happening
It all seemed so unreal and hazy
And though it had been a long time since then
She still had to pinch herself to understand the gravity.
It was the stronghold in her life.
Something which she was proud of.
And though she never made a big deal out of it
She knew how much she relied upon it.
And she thought it was reciprocated evenly
That it was the same wave on either bank
But the tsunami that came one day
Destroyed the very existence of her life.
As she lay crippling, succumbing to her own wounds
She thought about a way to get back at her enemies.
But she wasn't used to all this, she wasn't the fighting
type.
She would rather slit her own throat than go after those
hounds.
She had always been the peaceful one.
Never protesting, just wanting the bare necessities,
The castle that she had acquired,
Even that was something she had herself built.
She had a mission to her life.
And she couldn't just give up.
Yes, life isn't fair, and it doesn't make sense anymore.
Maybe it will never make sense as well.
After all, what good is life if you are perennially bound
Burdened by the misgivings of people all around
Tortured constantly, slowly impaled,
But she was the fighting one, she would live through this
hell.
From today she would start a life anew.
Picking up pieces one by one, she knew she could put it all
back again.
It will take a long time, and it will never be as good as it
was.
But she was known as the “living one”, the one who could
live no matter what.
She had evolved a lot since all this happened.
And only time would tell if she was doing any better.
But her conscience was clean, she had done the right thing.
And she could still face everyone without a shard of evil.
For those who had played with her life,
She had started to feel pity on them.
Maybe they missed the best of her,
And she the worst of them.
But it was all about belief now,
For it is a beautiful weapon to carry
With belief you can act as you want,
Without any regret, without any worry.
Today she had that weapon.
She could wield it to her defense
And if someone did come to hinder her path
Her belief would see that it was the last she sees of them.
That’s what belief does for you, it gives you a charm.
It gives you peace of mind, it gives you strength in and out
Lying there in misery all these days, made her resilient,
made her strong
Today she believed, that she could scrape through life somehow.
