A Wilted Daisy

By: Daria

Blood dripping while she chained those stars. Smudges of dried stains visibly appear on her scars. Tangled hair, creased skirt, smiles untamingly showed exhausting hours. Vision of others alter her hopes that are bizarre.

‘What are your plans?’, head bowed down, mind in a maze. Tears on edge, one blink and the interrogation sets ablaze. Scenarios like these make her numb and trembling in daze. How much and how long before she can rise from this haze?

In a cage called room her heart’s in shambles, Lying on the mattress when she crumbles. Despite the bloody tears, she continued her scribbles. Scribbling and writing ‘til thick red liquid from her hand dribbles.

Endless static rings, her ears are in anguish. An agonizing pain, her heart becomes languished. With her mind a mess, her spirit dejected, and her body exhausted, Will she ever be that person that everyone expected?

Time ran as fast as he could but left a mark. She who wants nothing but peace can doubtly relate. Every single day, feels like nothing yet heavy in weight. Fear, doubt, tremor - she had no choice but to embrace.

In this very soul, will hope remain? She wondered. At the end of a long, void tunnel there is a beacon of light. Her soul still exhausted and her heart still yearned, but now is the time, To risk, to do or die, and to brace herself of the fi ght. She wanted to be what she wanted herself to be. Not because of the loud voices she heard, Nor because of the fear that emerged. She wanted to be, what she wanted to be, Simply because she longed to be set free.