Reminiscing her chronicles,
She shook rigidly,
Salty liquids gushed to an open creature,
She wallowed and swallowed.

A chronic chronicle,
She had suffered great critical.
She built a villa,
To devour her memorabilia.

She was an outcast soul,
Lonely and solemn,
Drenched always in satin nightmares,
She had learned,
To dance to the tune of her gloomy world.

It's okay not to be okay,
She fling her hands effortlessly
She was recuperating,
To the realms of not being okay.

With a newfound strength,
She embraced the darkness,
Knowing that healing begins when we accept our pain.

It's okay not to be okay,
For in the shadows,
True strength may lay.

She let go of the facade and embraced her flaws,
Finding peace in the chaos, come what may.

For in the depths of her despair,
She found strength in the darkness,
Becoming illuminated in her own unique way.
© Zeenab Majeed