Her Own Hero by Neha Hood
Her courage was withering, hopes were burning alive.
Things were falling apart, no reason was left to strive.
She was a fallen star of the cosmos, her broken pieces didn’t make a noise.
She was trapped in her own chaos, couldn’t hear her own voice.
Her eyes spoke a thousand words, the tears witnessed the pain; just like the harvest suffered, cause of that unpredictable summer rain.
Her scars screamed for justice, she then soared like a blazing flame. Defeating all her failures, a supernova she became.
She was a legend for her bravery was immeasurable, we can see it ourselves.
She wished for a hero, so she became one herself!
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