Once again, the wheel of life came around
Dishing out new status
And she ceased to be what she was,
What she enjoyed to be.
Plunged into an arena, messy
Her imaginations, her doing and undoing.
They moved round her and snarled
Ready for attack
Like a mystic with a premonition
She congregated her feelings
And communed with her spirit
She is trapped, a prisoner,
Until the completion of the mastery of her emotions.
There! a way, pitifully only a restart.
Stuck in between,
And roared into the world.
A lot yet unspoken