Her Fate 

Everybody told her to stop — to just give up.
Each laugh she heard cut deeper than a blade’s touch.
Every dream she cherished vanished like dust,
And those she once trusted were first to run fast.

Why does it feel like no one truly cares?
All these years she wished for lighter affairs.
Her failures and triumphs blurred into one,
As if her sacrifices meant nothing — to none.

She thought she couldn’t survive this fight alone,
With judgment echoing till the break of dawn.
It haunted her, made her feel so small,
Like she was nothing — incapable of standing tall.

Help seemed absent, nowhere to be found,
Her life looked like ruins scattered on the ground.
Still, she searched for an answer through the pain,
Hoping someone, even one, would help her remain.

Until the day she turned inward to see:
The answer was there — it was always she.
It was her all along, not the ones who left,
She had the power — just deeply suppressed.

That moment sparked change, fierce and fast,
She trusted herself, as if this chance were her last.
Her fire rekindled, she stood back strong,
And vowed to build roots where she truly belonged.

She healed the wounds while learning each mistake,
Promising this time — there’ll be no break.
No longer relying on others to lead,
She became her own force, her soul finally freed.

Though pain still lingers, she chose to fight,
Armed with courage, faith, and inner light.
It’s not too late — she rewrites her own slate,
And now is her time… to reclaim her fate.