The Dark Side

And she looked up at the sky

Laughing, her heart soaring

Like the birds flying so high.

With so much sparkle, they shined so bright,

Carrying more laughter and spirit than her lips,

Were her eyes.

White frock she wore,

Painted with pink flowers and green leaves,

She knew she could achieve anything in the world,

As long as she believed.

Her arms spread so long,

Like wings with which she could spin around,

Metres above the ground,

And glide along a wave,

Throughout life without any hardship,

Or crossing any path that was tough,

Prancing around from crest to crest,

From trough to trough.

With hair so long, that touched the ground,

She heard no noise, music was the only sound,

She felt like she wanted to celebrate everyday,

She was not afraid of life, come what may.

But when she put her feet on the ground,

Reality was something to which she had to abide,

And that’s when she got introduced to the dark side,

And that’s when something in her died.

She was no longer soaring in the sky,

She was floating without gravity in outer space,

There were no birds, only demons and ghosts,

Roaring in her face.

She had lost her spirit and sparkle,

Her face was pale,

Her lips were white,

And there was a constant innocent sadness,

Carried within the depth of her eyes.

Colours seemed to fade,

And so did her beliefs.

Gray was her shirt,

Gray was her dreams,

With no strength up her sleeve.

Life was still a wave,

But hardships began to be seen,

Everyday, every person seemed so mean.

It was hard to move from trough to trough,

It was hard to move from crest to crest,

Without feeling a weight in her chest.

And then she woke up from her sleep,

And realized that it was all a horrible nightmare.

She decided that she wouldn’t get conquered by the dark side,

Sometimes there may be less rainbows than rain,

Sometimes there may be less pleasure than pain,

But the choice of response to the demons within her,

Wasn’t just her experience, but her responsibility,

And she was responsible towards herself,

For creating a life which would make her happy again,

Even when the rest of the world seems insane,

So, with a smile on her face and a hope of a better dream this time,

She went back to sleep beside her king,

And covered her teary eyes with her beautiful hand,

Which, for the first time, didn’t have her favourite ring.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2016