My mind is clouded by billions of thoughts but I fall short of words.
The world saw her smiling
but she was engulfed in a curse..
Behind the mask of her smile..
Sulked the writer who lost her words.
Her soul was thrashed
Her heart was caged.
The memoir of her art Was burned page by page..
The criminal was her own mind
Who once painted a rainbow of her dreams,
Now crushed under the burden of expectations
will the writer ever stand tall,
will she ever gleam??
All she needs is to escape from a pathless woods
and sit with her book on a lonely shore.
Lost in a nature which never intrudes
And feel the words at her heart's core.
The time will compensate her loss.
The writer one day will fully recover.
The day she finds her lost words
Will be the day her wounds will find a cure.