“Rhea, Rhea… Where are you?”
Called her mom, for the 4th time;
Only to be met by silence.
Silence accompanied little Rhea.
Under the bed, in the darkest corner.
Sad, Scarred.
Santa never shows up, she realized.
Crying in the verandah, late one night.
Shaken, Heartbroken!
Backbencher, Rebel, Loner, No-Good,
In library, searching answers in books.
Wondering, Wandering.
“Fight, no flight, no freeze” she thought.
On the stage, pretending to the bravest.
“Fight, not flight”.
Love she loved, but wasn’t destined.
Lone on a bench, with loose wrist.
Drained, Drenched.
Couldn’t fit in. She wasn’t meant to be.
Kept working, to keep busy.
Busier than a bee.
Ya, she couldn’t fit in, but, hey, she tried.
Weddings, kids, family, pets, cooking…
Sucked, Sulked.
She loved rains, her eyes did too.
Insomniac, she rain-walked.
“So cold”, she cried.
Self travels, timeouts, all she’d do.
For her, there was someone too..
…Her Solo soul.
Her fragile heart that, beat her, beat last.
Atop mountains, at last, there she was.
So Light, So Loved.
Ruu …. 18 October 2017 ….
Cross forests, climb mountains, chase rainbows
It might be all worth, in the end, who knows?
It might be all worth, in the end, who knows?
