Trapped

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,

She looked above, to the dim sky

And roared into the world.

A lot yet unspoken

Unoma. B

3/3/2018