Since I don’t feel like writing (or doing anything else, for that matter), I thought I’ll post something I’d written in the past. This is a poem for my friend who was going through a hard time:
There’s a girl I met.
A crazy fan of Harry potter and confessions of a shopaholic.
Never really sure of herself.
Never knew how cool she is.
How awesome she is.
What she’s capable of.
Always overestimated other’s capacities and underestimated hers.
Was forced into a career she never wanted.
A career she never cared about.
A career she started loathing eventually.
Even so, she never really lost her luster, her zeal.
It could only be seen by those who cared enough.
Maybe she saved all her zeal for people who actually loved her, or maybe she had no control over it.
But the fact is, despite all the difficulties, she never lost herself in the process.
She’s an enigma.
A stream of fresh sparkling water amidst a shabby jungle.
A hearty chuckle amidst fake squeals of laughter.
A genuine smile amidst a dozen of plastered grins.
A delicate colourful butterfly in a weathered, grey and concrete city.
She has lost her way at the moment.
But I’m sure she’ll find it again.
Because this girl I met – she’s a rainbow.
Even though it’s too sunny for her right now, a faint drizzle is enough for her to dazzle.