Once there was a young girl

- Amna Ayaz

Once there was a young girl, who had a dream, That one day she'd set the world free.

There was a young girl who believed in magic and pixie dust And how we all had a little magic beneath us.

There was a beautiful young girl who cried to sleep,

her dream world was interrupted with reality; the monster under her bed.

Year by year, as she grew up Her dream began to scatter up. Like an embroidered twig, snapped Along with its mesmerising beauty that it ashtrays. Like pulling her out from the web she built with the desire and hope that It will be okay.

You see this young girl didn't exactly have the most pleasant childhood, For some reason the universe decided to expose her to the scary parts of life a little too early, and a little too long.

That girl did grow up, at least most of her did Except she somehow didn't grow out of the trauma, For does life have a pause button for this crap, Or does it keep going on until the only escape is death.

The world broke that little girl and kept on breaking her down,  until there was nothing left to break Except the broken pieces within. But somewhere in the war zone of emotions There lies a piece still alive. For her childhood dreams may be broken, But a part of it still shines.

As they say that even a tiny piece of hope can bring a person back up. And she held onto it, Like a sword in her hand And she fought and she fought and fought, with herself. And slowly, started to heal.

The dream to set the world free Well it turns out she set herself free, for one needs to get better before getting back someone else.

But the dream, It still lies within her, And she still fights like hell everyday To keep that dream, that magic, all the pixie dust in the world Mostly, to keep that little girl alive with all her hope and desire that, It will be okay.