Unborn Chrysalis

To be unrestrained and happy, the only reverie I contemplated about. For those who would never come by, are the only prized memories now. Every time fate crushed me, I held on and bled. Every time I tried to listen, leaden silence deafened me. Every time I longed for rainbows, a deluge of tears filled my soul. Barricade of orphanage culled me. Empty stomach reigned my nights, scorns and mocking looks, bore deep into my heart. Hope was all that I had, offering courage to hang on. Like a lonely dancer on stage, to play my distressing part, oblivious of the rolled down curtains, in this theatre of my soul. With no chance to fly, an unfortunate chrysalis I am, metamorphosis giving new life. To one and all I say, pause and don’t shut your heart, to a little girl and listen to the silence of her soul, asking for nothing more than a chance. @Chitra Arun, May 2022