All by myself

It was a cold November night, the moon was a crescent and each soul rested in its bed and grave except her. She walks like a grey cat in the moonlight. Everything is grey. The fences, moon, trees, everything. She's dull and sad. Why won't she be?  She just said goodbye to her dreams. The roads are isolated not one soul. Her sadness reaches the sky. All around the winds blew, did she only hold on to let go? Let go of her dreams. There was a big ocean but was she ready to go and dive. Because on the other hand she was a mother of  2 children.  A hardworking mother who just got her mokingjay wings cut. Those wings which died to fly.  The night was indeed angry. Not even the night lovers would come out on such a night. Her hair, tied in a bun which had loose strands. Those strands covered her face.

Eyes blurry from tears she falls down. All by herself, on the streets.  All by herself with only the natural lamp on. She wished the night would never end but it had to. She had to face the world. A deep stir reached down her spine which sort of paralyzes her. She couldn't imagine success even in her wildest dreams. She just fell down on the roads of her broken dreams.

Many a nights she had planned to become successful.  But life is unfair.  Never know when it will leave you all by yourself.  Never know when it will leave you in debts. Maybe she wasn't never meant to have wings. She  couldn't be a mokingjay.  Maybe she was destined to be a parent, a single parent who hopes for miracles. But you know that word 'maybe' is there. Maybe she could soar high in the sky. Touch the sky. She wanted to run, and run. Wanted to fall but didn't want to stop. Gathering , courage she bears weight on her pale legs......................... maybe she will soar high. Maybe...............

-Vanya Duggal. ( inspiration from hunger games and divergent.  )