Phoenix

When things looked down she smiled so bravely. In the storms, I always saw her calm. I called her a little ball of sunshine. As cheesy as it sounds. 

I wanted to believe she is naive and ignorant. I wanted to believe she has never seen pain. She has never been hurt. That optimism is not for someone who has seen the reality of the world. In this curiosity I said to her once, what makes you so darn content and calm in life. 

She had a story to tell. 
Then she told me what it felt when the first time to see her world fell apart. 
When it did, she let all hell break loose. Opened all the doors and let the pain barge in. Soul crushing pain. She let her heart sink in the suffocation. The time when getting out from the bed was the biggest challenge. The time when every passing moment kept getting more difficult.

Her head at constant battle. Her eyes searching for a refuge. Looking for a place for a moment of quietude.
Not calmness and not peace but maybe just a moment of numbness. A moment to accept the things that have happened. 
She let herself hurt. And it hurt so damn much that everything else became too primordial to let it happen again. 

Something beautiful came out of her agony. Like they say a Phoenix must burn to emerge. She burnt in her anguish and emerged to be this.  

When days grew easier and life sank in. She realized how the pain has changed her. Seeing the ugliness of hell made simpler days heaven to her. She doesn't seek moments of great excitement to be happy. She has found peace in waking up to the mundane life. That she shares with her people.
She has learnt to appreciate the beauty of the prosaic life, its exquisiteness in concordance. She learnt to see its immense ephemerality. Knowing what it is to be truly broken liberated her from the transitory chaos of her days. Knowing what it is to have the whole world crash by made her value the simplest pleasures of the days. 

And nothing can touch her now. These little bundles of troubles cant break her now. 

She said she still dreams ambitiously and loudly. And there isn't an ounce of fear. 

She has been through hell only to stumble across her strength. Pain made her conscious to the blessings in the humdrum of everyday.