Heels of Change

Peeking through the cracks of her hands,

Washing the old stains off her fingertips.

The monochromes circling her heavy head,

Reminding her of all the secrets she keeps.

The acute pain running through her spine,

The jolts of melancholy making her stoic.

Stories of the pastures & seven kingdoms,

Teleporting her to the lost land of heroics.

Beyond the dilemma to choose the best,

She runs around finding her hidden self.

Solace that she finds in her own company,

The love that she can only give to herself.

The mask of decency, she abruptly wears,

Forced to keep her head bowed to culture.

Hidding behind the threads of innocence,

She mastered to keep away the vultures.

Time for her to break the rusted shackles,

Give away with the stranded imagination.

Making justice to the force that she is,

Justifying, the God's only perfect creation.