Damsel in the dark

She tries to protrude her doe-eyes
And sees into the world’s innocence,
She toils to make her hair neat,
Her fingers trapped in the tangled clew.

She peeps from a gap at the green leas,
But black smears get splattered on the walls,
The few lush green fronds around her,
Turn combust with her inner fire.

She employs ways of escape into the wild,
Yet her own mind has turned feral,
The little ray of light that came from the rift,
Vanishes as she struggles to collect her parts.

In the sheer dark, the mind says hopes don’t matter,
But she doesn’t let herself sink into the chasm,
She puts her pieces together at last,
And pushes herself out to see the light.