She was

She was a storm

Dressed as a girl

She withheld the power

To change the tides of life

To produce the lightning of laughter

To rain the shower of happiness

Still she could not call anyone her own

Because people would close

Windows and doors

Shutting her out

Killing her essence

So she changed

But then people asked

'Where did the clouds of thoughts went? '

Now all that is left of her

Is a puddle

From back when she used to be herself

Now

Emptiness lies in her smiles

Exhaustion in her eyes

Broken words on her lips

And fragments of merry in her heart

                                                   ~Vansh