In a gloomy corner
She lies, hugging herself tightly
As she paces forth and back.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of me
Though overpowered by the guilt
Consuming her withins
But never demanding for help.
Stead, she tries forming words of
Reassurance to me.
I press my palm on her shoulder
Trying to reorganize her haggard emotions.
I brush her soft features
Hoping it reaches her insides
That can be described as entirely scrambled
In my humble take.
I blame her not
For her demerits
That were inflicted into her
By her society.
I will stand beside her with every cats and dogs
And carve her demerits into merits
She is me
A current sister,
A daughter,
And a future mother
That will singlehandedly
Bring about a new wave of generation
With her royale upbringinging.