One day, she'll speak...

She floats along like a little dandelion,

Tossed around by the winds of fear.

Gentle shoulders burdened by great expectations

Her footsteps waver, her path is unclear.

With dreams in her eyes and longings in her heart,

She also carries insecurities, failures and pain.

Yes. She is flawed. But she's a work of art -

Vulnerable, not weak; she's raw, not plain.

Big aspirations always come with high stakes

She has expectations to fulfill, standards to meet

The world lies in wait to judge her tiniest mistakes

She falls, fails; but she rises and tries - she's learning to face the heat.

On some days, she can afford to smile, some days make her cry

Ripped apart by fear and doubt, nights are troubled and long

Some days are so heavy, it takes all her effort to just try

But the hope she carries through it all - in the end, it'll make her strong.

Questions but no answers, destinations but no road

Sometimes she braves it all, with grace so demure

Sometimes she succumbs to the weight of the load

Borne by her despairing mind, her heart so pure.

Of letting people down, of being judged, she dreads

Cloaked by insecurities, little does she know

The path on which she now wearily treads

Will lead her to her niche, make her evolve, grow!

Life hasn't been kind, she's accustomed to pain

She sheds no tears anymore, nor does she cry and whine

Even in her darkest times, no more does she complain

'Cos if not the Sun, she knows, the soft moon will certainly shine...

Through good times and bad, she holds on with patient belief

She draws strength from her worst fears and hope from her hardest blows

One day she'll emerge, having turned over a new leaf

The world will be dazzled, when this diamond glows.

One day, she'll conquer that doubtful voice in her head

She'll crush her "What if.."s and uproot her fear

With courage in her eyes and confidence in her stead

One day, she'll speak and the world will hear.

One day she'll speak, and the world will hear.

The Tranquill Poet 🤍