best of me
she knew she had to fit the mold
Cinderella's glass slipper wasn't pretty anymore
but filled with responsibilities
taking care for oneself is no more a priority, necessity, and convenient
she had something better- Regret
all was lost the prince's palace was hers but not home
a piece was missing maybe shattered who knows
neither did the loved ones nor she knew
her spirit has left
floating somewhere in the blue skies and green meadows
laughing to her heart aches to stomach flips
knowing she is free and never coming back to her body her home
farewell dear one
you were the fire to burn for
power to reckon with
and I let you go
the loss is grave for mine to bear
I here you whispering old friend
I shall rise- I will rise.
I must rise
with a magnifying glass I search for her in my remains
to rise above all despairs
fight again
regain the lost and rebuilt something magnificent