Karmic Congruence

She's happy when she is happy.

But once there's pain peeking through the curtain of her hearts, she can no longer contain it.

Her heart is venting out a plethora of pain. Her tears are running as flood.

This rush. Is killing her. Softly. Or shall they say slowly.

She tends to ignore the muss in her heart, let alone her heart.

When she speaks, she turns off the pain. Hiding it. 

She made no anticipation of any dark strands of lost hopes creeping inch by inch.
Realizing the past shortcomings, she felt bad for herself.
If only she can erase and repaint her life.
Not that she regretted it, but she seemed to have lost the enthusiasm for this particular journey.
Wondering still, pondering through the night.
Imagining what does it feels like to live another man's life.
What would happened if she'd reincarnated.
Would she be able to turn those lost hopes into fulfilling dreams?
Then again, she ask herself whose hopes they were.
Were those are hers? She again squandered her own scattered thoughts.
Such a pity!
Let's hope that by the time she gets older,
going through even harder times,
she knows that she can always find a way to dance under the rain.
And when the rain has passed,
other people might only regret that they are soaking wet.
But she were the only one rejoiced by it, because she danced.