Peace. Chaos. Repeat.

Oh dear lord! have some mercy !

Each day she goes through this ordeal

Convincing herself that it is all ephemeral 

Sooner than later it will all be over.

All she need is few interventions and she just need to keep herself busy to shoo away all the disturbing notions and unclog her mind. 

There are moments,at times there are hours, and at times there are days where she successfully convince herself that everything is fine, she is happy and she has bright future awaiting her. She convince herself that she has chosen the correct path and she is being bad for a greater good.

And in a blink of an eye.

There are moments, hours and days wherein she finds herself in a chaos of thoughts,where the clouds of doubts blankets her like dementors,where it becomes a mammoth task for her to unthink a thought, she once had.

Everything seems like going downhill expect for her to look at ease and peace which becomes an uphill task.

Dear lord!, cut the games and either give her peace or give her courage to pursue the chaos.

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.