Aspiring to be a writer,

she framed rules tighter.

She went incognito

for the thoughts to flow.

Solitude gave her the freedom. 

A muse was nowhere to be found

The world was unable to follow her.

She had reasons to take cover,

within the secure confines

of spaces that accomodated

none other and within

her was the zeal to express

without the need to impress .

Dwelling in thoughts in a silent mode,

she tapped lightly on a keyboard.

with her fingers, now mightier

and a free heart lighter.........