Poetic Destiny

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Once upon a time not so long ago
Lived a little girl, with small dreams
Borne in a world, of books and tales
She desired anything but those ways.

Pampered for being the tiniest one
Became a buffoon, as the innocent one
She still loved it all, for she had him
Her childhood hero was her only sibling.

Then a faraway land, called him across seas
At the time, when she was to become a lady
Found a friend, who introduced her to fiction
And started a diary, she called her special one.

She read some, and wrote some fables and tales
It has songs of smiles, and dreams unknown
Of one fairy angel, and maybe a prince charming
But they were just pure scribbles, of a child’s mind.

Then in the struggle to succeed, she saw failure
Tears seemed her destiny, end she predicted
But that was the plan, of the almighty
To gift her the precious, we call literature.

She fell in love with characters like nothing
‘Darcy’ was the prince, and ‘Liz’ the princess
‘Jane Eyre’ is her favorite of them all still
And ‘Mrs. Dalloway’ helped her to think differently.

The hormones had other things in store,
When he walked in the class through that door,
She smiled, and at nights often cried
And hence had her very first poetry writing night.

For days and nights, all she did was read and write
And one day even got few published to reach heights
Like a fresh air, he came and then left,
Touching the heart, even if never the breath.

The little one is now grown up to know
He was indeed her very first muse
A long break of illusion happened then
Later, a guardian made her scribble again.

The muse was different this time
The black characters danced on paper
To relieve her of the pain she kept
She found a world that gave her solace.

She was growing with every written word
Learned the art to fight, and be the strength
Love was what made her heart feel rejoice
 Ambition dictated her smiles, and she conquered.

Running away, from the world that was hers
She finally realized, this was indeed destiny
That her dreamland was this world around
Of classics and rhythms, where she was born.

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 3: I Wrote a Poem one Day

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Also, Prompted @Inspiration Monday

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28 thoughts on “Poetic Destiny

  1. “For days and nights, all she did was read and write.” I LOVE this line! This has been my life at times…also love the literary references, especially the power of Virginia Woolf!

  2. It went just like a story! A beautiful story with characters imagined in my head. Beautiful! And went with a brilliant flow!
    Your inspiration is truly phenomenal to carry you to such world. !

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