She was not just a girl,
She was a warrior,
the ones we have heard about in the tales,
Holding a sword, fighting the battles on the ground, riding on a horse.
Just the mention of her name frightened the enemy,
but one look at her will make you fall in love with her.
The perfect girl with a perfect story.
But in reality she didn’t held a sword,
she didn’t fought battles on the ground,
no one knows her name and just a first look might not make you fall in love with her.
Yet, she was a warrior.
So what if she doesn’t held an actual sword ,
she did fight her demons every single day in her mind palace.
So what if she didn’t fight battles out their on the field,
She didn’t needed an actual ground to fight her battles,
She fought for her survival everyday, bravely.
So what if she is not your love at first sight,
she doesn’t need that, because she was already a love of someone else.
Who love her the way she was.
A warrior,
the imperfect girl, with the imperfect story.
Her scars were not visible to anyone but herself and those who fought the same battles.
You just needed to look into her eyes, and see the deepest ocean filled with tears of joy, misery, regret , loss and the curiosity.
She had the eyes of a wanderer, always looking for something new to explore.
She has lost and won many battles, but every one of those tore her apart bit by bit.
But she never gave up and always geared herself together for the next battle to come.
She sometimes even negotiated with her demons, and fought along with them.
She was a part angel, part devil.
She was a seeker in the world covered with darkness,
Sometimes a seeker of the light, sometimes a seeker of her lost self.
She was ferocious enough to tear you down into pieces,
yet kind enough to help you get yourself up together.
She was a dragon caged in a human shell,
Waiting to be set free.
She was a warrior,
The imperfect girl with the imperfect story.