There is always a time when you are happy in your little fairy world and do not even dream of nightmares. This one is about one of those nightmares getting real. The shit getting real.
I tried weaving my words into a poem this time. Do give your feedback. 🙂
*The Shit Got Real!!!*
When she stepped out of home,
Making up mind on her own,
That I would stop being in my comfort zone, The shit got real.
A new life that she had just entered,
Zero clues of for what she was being registered,
With all the feelings right up there peppered, The shit got real.
First drop of rain touched her face
The thrill of freedom she started to embrace,
Laughing and dancing and jumping in joy, unaware of the reality yet to unlace, The shit got real.
In her journey of all these years,
All that she lost was her fears,
Just when she thought she could chill and have a couple of beers, The shit got real.
Boom: she witnessed another new step in her career,
And came again the time to leave behind all her dears,
Earned friendships and memories, made her burst into tears And that’s precisely when , the shit got real.
New place, new people, new life,
Working, eating, sleeping, everything for someone else became a strife,
Alas! She couldn’t even stab herself with a knife, And that’s when she realized, the shit was real.
She could see her dreams getting shattered in front of her eyes,
When the love she craved for was just forced and that forced sex was her prize,
Instead of skies with the stars that she’d dreamed of, there were only night full of cries,
She went back to her mains to tell them that the shit was real.
Her parents said that they didn’t raise a quitter,
She fought and fought until it got bitter,
Thrown out of job and house, did shake her glitter, And the shit was real.
The wounds were still fresh and sore,
But that did not stop her anymore,
Fighting her way back with that loud roar.
The shit remains real.
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