She is traumatized and scared of her past
She balanced on eye beams above seas
She tries so hard to move on with her life
But realizes she is pacing her way to the other side
Risking her life with absurdity and death
With the actions she is pulling, realises it’s a test
Not mistaking anything for what it could be
Assuming that everything is the same
That is not how it should be
She tries to take risks and be vulnerable
As she takes steps and stances
Realising she might just be tolerable
She advances towards the higher perch where beauty stands
And waits for gravity to start her death-defying leap
She is tired of carrying things with her hands
She has no idea what this life plans
She is a poet and an acrobat
Climbing in rimes and wires of her own making
She feels like she’s been stomped on like a doormat
She wants to not feel the feeling of sorrow
But instead she wants to feel exhilaration
But the more she searches for her purpose
The more she realises she is an empty air of existence