The Hurt Survivor

The gloomy smile that widens deep in her

Dimples may really hide the awful pain.

While no more cute tears roll down her eyes,

She is serious about her happiness.

No one is allowed to have a glimpse

Of her tutored turmoil, she had evolved,

Quite adult, but that childish fear, so shallow, yet deeper, never left her alone.

The chivalrous chariot that she built

Took her to the wildest wardrobe of her abode,

Where she found out none but stones.

Stones, not mere Stones, but the real topaz,

Hiding the bright edicts that she crafted few years ago

Showed her picture that once she was, a little daughter, much more tougher!