The girl with a mended heart

She sat there in the cool shade of her favourite tree on a yet another sultry June afternoon. Her notebook, the one she hadn't touched in years, in her lap, twirling​ the pen in her fingers. Her eyes had a faraway look , lips were curled up in an unintentional smile; her body felt like home in a long forever.

There had been countless days that she had sat just like this ; under this very shade but it all seemed forgein in those misty days. Her heart had forgotten the melody of life. Those were the days when all of her doubts had formed a siege against her beliefs and she was a mere observer. Those were the days when she would sit on the window sill of her beloved room and her being was wrecked by storms that she knew wouldn't pass easily,her soul used to cry but no tears came and after a while even her tearless sobs stopped, not that she had healed or anything but now she was exhausted, she couldn't see beyond the engulfing darkness that surrounded her. "You're a strong girl." They had complimented but to the walls of her crumbling castle of sanity, they were mere weapons to mock her strength. She had often wondered when did it all start; was it when he had shredded her innocence apart or was it when yet another man thought she was his to discard. So, she concluded there wasn't one reason, it was a cacophony of them.

Many a times, people had tried to play hide and seek with the dementors that haunted her but none succeed. In the end she had distanced herself from their pity filled eyes, their so called sympathy laden words or their phony caring actions​. She tried to find solace in the kingdom where the demons were the rulers and she was theirs to torment. So the walls, the doors of her castle were closed for everyone. No one was allowed to walk  the garden  of miseries beneath the canopy of fallen beliefs.

She was the kind of person who could make anyone forget their deepest of sorrows but no one really knew that the girl who dispelled  darkness from others' lives was herself a home to it, darkness wasn't a tenant in her house but a proud owner who smirked when she stopped smiling. Then after she had given up on healing came a soul who was like a fresh breeze of air form the garden of God himself. And for the first time the girl with broken wings believed in someone's care and love for her. He used to claim that he knew what she was going through, that he could see and feel her demons. He said he would embrace them with her. For him and to him, she recounted all the horrors that she had been going through alone. And when she thought that she could finally take a step towards leaving the realm of darkness, he told her that he couldn't handle so much of mishappenings and that he couldn't love a girl who had been touched and mutilated. She watched him leaving- cracking the half healed parts of her soul and out the doors of a castle that was once again bracing for a storm, funny she thought how easily he went away.

That day she decided over the ashes of a deep love that once she was capable of giving the love she couldn't revive, that now she would not try to fight the darkness but embrace it and see how it turns out.  It happened​ after a year that when she looked in the mirror she didn't see a decaying wallow but a girl whose soul was a spectacle to behold now that the wounds were merely scars,those scars which were wounds that festered once upon a time. 

So, now she was sitting beneath the shade with a notebook that she hadn't opened in a long time. She was twirling the pen in her fingers, as she observed the beauty around her. Her soul was begging her to let her pen sing the way it used to. This was a calling that she had ignored for as long as she could remember. She decided to answer it today. Her eyes were shining with the stars that had once not been there. Her viens were surging with the tintilating sensation of writing that she had last felt.............She couldn't remember when.

Now, she was opening that notebook and the mere essence of memories made her nostalgic about a life that seemed to exist a thousand years ago. But she wasn't going to write about a life that she missed rather............She thought what would she write about as she chewed the end of her pen.  She felt the light breeze caressing her neck and she knew what she wanted to write. She wanted to write about the girl who slayed her own dragons, who didn't wait on a prince charming who would come to her rescue. She wrote the tittle that she wanted the world to know- a girl with a mended heart......Who was she she is you, she is me she is every girl who has ever fought against the odds. It was her, she wanted to tell the world her story......