The Daughter of Karma

Karma never relied much on people.

She never cared for long conversations.

It was easy to pretend.

To fit in, blend.

But time was not on her side.

Yet she slaved to wallow in her pride.

She was meant for glory,

But over time to herself she looked gory.

No time wasted in entangling herself in madness,

Karma struggled to and fro.

Conversations went out of the door.

She didn't want to be... Here.. anymore.

Always under the watchful eye of her captor,

Her container of leaves that were folly.

Rapid wind taking hold of such painfully beautiful things.

Swiping at the paper-thin part of her veins.

But who could complain?

Life is all the same for those in the game.

Why is it odd that some of us are insane?

We quit because it is our folly.

But it seems like yesterday we were sucking lollies.

And now she's here at an important rapture.

Something far too significant to capture.

A world opened anew came into view.

And Karma suddenly felt shiny and new.

It was the darkest part of her that made her realize.

It is not always empty.

A few things about mean people and pain.

You learn it's ridiculous to repeat the same.

And through living, you know the path you must take.

To not live your life like it was a mistake.

Karma knew to stay noble and true to this cause.

So that she would never forget who she was.