She held the pen flawlessly,
Using the words aimlessly,
Handling those like an author.
She became without a choice.

The words she used made people's bawl their eyes out,
Whereas she stay unfazed with it.
Writing wasn't a passion of her,
but eventually it become.

Penning down her thoughts wasn't something she likes to do,
But she found the solace which she searched everywhere.
She found it in between the pages,
The comfort place she got while penning down and surviving in those pages wrote by others.

Feeling others pain and writing her own down,
Something she never thought of doing..

She carried the pen flawlessly in between her fingers,
Scribbling on to the white sheets,
Marking them her territory!

© Shines