Plucked away from her roots,

A path she chose , 

In revenge for her being abandoned

A new and polar decision. 

Scraped numerous times,

The scabs of the wound 

Deliberately sinking into

The ancient conversations

Adapted to the new milieu

She lost her essence 

Being herself and seeking 

The ambitions and dreams

Though enjoying for the moment 

And then guilt stricken

For the despair the routine brings in

Her insides revolt

Forcing the drop of positivity 

Wraps the day with the urge

For a glimpse of what she was 

Prior to what happened these times.