This is the story of a fierce tigress who used to live in a jungle called ‘The City’
Fearless and bold. Her decisions, the future. Nothing fazed her. She believed in writing her own story
She would soar on the wings of her zest for life, knowing that only the sky was the limit
Blessed with the protective sheath of family and friends, no vagaries of life would come her way, she thought, as long as these angels were in it
One day she started drifting towards a certain someone who would become the love of her life
Things could only get better from the perch of her reign, there would be no sorrow, no pain, no strife
But somewhere down the road, a distant rumble of thunder, was bringing an impending storm
An ominous trickle of cold, sharp rain started to take form
That someone took her pulsing life and throttled it out of her
With wounding words and raining blows, her enchanted life seemed like a blur
He wounded her each day each night till there was nothing left to break
He left her with her wounded pride, but she held on with all her might, his crumbs now she would take
One fine day she looked in the mirror and couldn’t seem to recognise
The face in the mirror was someone else, all the stripes gone, her heart felt splintered with ice
She ran from friend to family then foe, trying to understand
Why she felt so empty, so vacuous inside, this was certainly not part of her grand plan
She knew deep inside she had all it took to make herself happy again
But all she could feel was the dark outside, the gloom within and a debilitating pain
As the world got louder, she went quieter still, till she barely even spoke
Many tried in vain to break her free, but she seemed to be locked far away behind an invisible cloak
Fear took her heart and her strength was next till hopelessness consumed her all
She was so resigned to staying on the ground, that she never even contemplated the pain of a fall
Then one fine day, lying on her back when she felt she couldn’t even breathe
She saw a tiny sparrow struggling to build a nest where she could set her little ones free
Trying and failing she rose again, this tiny life was such a symbol of hope
That she felt ashamed of wasting and withering away when deep down, she knew, nothing was really broke
She dusted herself and shook her mane, letting her shackles fall away
It wasn’t the world, she had to fight her mind, for right here is where she wanted to stay
She fell over and over, just as the sparrow did, but she found the strength to stand
There was hushing and laughter and curious whispers all around, but also many a helping hand
She nursed her spirit, her soul to life, knowing with grit she could do it all
She would bruise and ache and there would be bad days, but she would try and stand tall
She tried and tried till one fine day, the fog began to clear
The small inner voice that was silent for so long, she started to finally hear
Then rose a sun that shone so bright, it cleared the mirror where she had lost her sight
She stood again to face the world, her eyes unwavering in the brilliant light
The muscles were flexed, the paws were firm, her heart had returned to a long lost shore
The tigress had her stripes back on and once again, she was ready to roar!
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