Sitting in front of the mirror
Thinking of ways how I suck
How I let myself go
Sulking away feeling sorry
The girl who danced in the rain
Not afraid of innocent water droplets
While everyone rushed inside for shelter
She is her own person
Leaving a room
Just because
Not considering the consequences
Headstrong, strong willed and called by many names
Reminiscence of the days gone by
Weighing down the duties and responsibilities
Will she ever walk in a room
Finding all eyes on her again
Carrying no judgements
From those on high moral grounds
Shattering the glass ceiling everyday
To soar high once again
To be and live on her terms
For once be the force
That she knows she is
She is a force to reckon with
A proof, given to no one
But an emotion that is beyond any explain
The after effects ruins and reflect
I am a force to reckon with
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks.
When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.
