...and the mask ripped off her face

And there she lay

Bare and ugly

Your true self, he said...

They came

Walked few steps

Shared dreams

Laughed 

Hoped

Lived

And then,

Left.

All of them,

One by one!

The beach now is just but few rocks

Barren lays the garden

And patchy is the path once taken!

With broken wings 

That survived the rough weather

And her deamons

She dragged her frail self

Towards the thin branch

Hop she couldn't 

Yet she tried 

Everyone fell for her when she flew high,

And yet, they all abandoned when she could no more.

And then, came he

Who saw not the unflattering wings,

But her spirit

That still had some spunk

Fly she might never ever

Yet, he let her onto his finger

And took her home.

Creepers and vines she has

Now to climb on to,

That he grew all over 

For her to feel alive.

I take thee with what you have,

And also what you don't,

Said he to her

As she chirped again.

 ...it has been a while since she is on the other end of the rainbow,

Yet in his dreams, he holds her hands tight,  clasped close to his,

....only to wake up to his clinched fist...

 Miracles happen when one thinks none exist.

Count not the pebbles that lie on the sandy beach,

Feel the water that caresses the feet instead.

Worry not for it didn't bloom,

The tiny leaves just came to being after you watered them last night.

Fret not that the drizzle didn't pour down as rain,

Smell the wet earth that now buzzes with life and hope.

 ...with renewed vigor, she ran towards him

Her eagle wings,

The tiger sprint,

Buzzing like a busy bee,

And her dog soul,

All drew towards where he waited....