Her life (She- my friend)!

How difficult would it be,

to be an unturned stone

ready to be turned- wanting to be turned

but the world bringing its unheeded obligations

leaving the stone unturned

 

How difficult would it be,

to be burned- burned in the fire of nothingness

the "nothing," which is just made to be everything

halting the one who is already free

and scrunching her feathers in the name of "societal norms."

 

How difficult would it be,

to be be smiling, then

while inside, you're thrashed with hopelessness

and the unkindness of the state

still, you never stopped- did it so fearlessly

 

How difficult did they make it,

the life that could be lived so easily

Yet, you fought so hard- burnt them

rose like the phoenix- like you always do

You are the FORCE dear Metta!


Metta

(Remembered her victory day)!