In my memoirs of fear

Picking up yourself, not picking up after yourself!

Memories that were few and far between.
Always wondering what happened to her...
Frolicking around in the fields of fearlessness.
Losing herself along the way.
In tracks of shards of glass
With refracted images,
Of her now apprehensive face and feeble frame.
She was so fearless,
She knew what happened along the way.
A wild lioness caged, whose hungry eyes bled;
With teardrops that burned,
And a smile that blinded and brightened at the same time.
Hunting instincts nipped & tucked away: So were her confident clause.
She was so fearless,
So here's what happened,
If you knew why the cage bird sings...
But before that,
Hushed voices, and tamed consciences.
Was all she packed,
In her bags,
Her train is coming,
She's got to stop by her old self along the way.