It's not him...

I saw her again the other day.

She was happier than usual.

"Did he get you something nice?"

"He got a promotion?"

"Is it his birthday?"

That was all that came out of people's mouths.

I saw her again that afternoon, she was sulking.

No. it's not him... it's them.....

Walking up to her... I was unsure... like a wave went over me...

She sobbed. I should look away. No.

"That dress looks great on you. Did you buy it for yourself?"

She paused. looked up into my eyes. The clouds parted. The waves settled.

No. It wasn't him... It was them.

She walked this world with her head held high. On her might.

She was one who looked to go her own way, not wanting to follow.

She skimmed through the book the fates gave her...

Didn't like it... Threw it away...

Made one of her own....

She was Frost.. Choosing her own path diverging in the yellow wood...

She was the madwoman in the attic... Choosing her life for her own....

She was Manikarnika... Ready for battle when everyone said she wasn't right for it...

Being a woman