Footprints On The Sand

Waves were coming and waves were going

So many answers curious eyes were desperate on knowing

The saline fragrance of the ocean muffled up with dampen shore

A nomad walked astray beneath the stars, moved to her very core

The identity she had left behind was lurking in the form of her eerie shadow

Her dark ebony hair masquerading the injuries, as on her face they flow

The bruises that were agonizing were now her scars of glory

As the chilly zephyr tickled the wounds, she smiled memorizing her story

Fleeing from everyone she had ever known in the hope of exploring life

She was born for so much more, not merely to be someone’s ‘wife’

Her journey had begun with a leap of faith and trust in her ambitions 

She was ready to fly but viability had certain conditions

In this out land she herself was the stranger

A brave warrior ready to face tomorrow’s dangers

A tightly clutched fist was a vow of her determination

She was merely adrift but was well acquainted with her destinations

The struggles of the future still seemed bitter-sweet

A new adventure would be waiting for her on every novel street

She was scared a bit but as saw the enchanting view before her eyes

She realized this place wasn’t a war-zone, it was her paradise

Heaven that would turn her dreams into reality

Finally from the clutches of the patriarchy, she was free

In the callow moonlight, she glanced at the strokes of destiny on palms of her hands

She kept ambling as the freezing water-carved foot-prints of a hero on the wet sand…