The Problem That Fought Back

 She expects the problems to fix themselves.

She needs the problems to stop.

She begs for quiet—for peace—

But doesn’t know where to start.

So she breaks down and cries,

Because that’s better than any attempt she’s ever made.

She sees the problem as something bigger than her.

So… she stops.

A problem broken down

Is still a problem unsolved.

But she likes the mystery.

So she lets it go on.

Day and night.

Night and day.

The value of the problem rises—

Like it’s up for auction to be appraised.

But sooner or later,

She understands the problem has to go.

You can see it on her face,

In her mind,

Even in her clothes.

So she forms an idea

In the battlefield of her thoughts.

She forces herself to think.

Even though it hurts.

Even though it takes time.

And finally, she gets it.

The light bulb flashes—

Clear, bright.

She finally understands:

She doesn’t need the problem to heal.

So she takes her sword

And sets off.

She climbs the mountain top

And jumps.

Because she thought she was the problem.

But little did she know—

It was only just beginning.

As she hits the air,

The pain disappears.

But what she doesn’t know

Is that underwater is worse.

She takes in the water like air.

Drowning… then adapting to breathe.

But she wasn’t a mermaid.

Still, people thought she was spectacular.

They caged her,

Put her on a stage.

"A water-breathing human!" they cheered.

But she had no gills.

She didn’t like the attention.

She tried to escape.

But she was too deep.

Her mother in the crowd, crying:

“Oh no… that was my dear Emily.”

Blonde hair soaring in the water.

Feet chained at the bottom.

People paid to see the show.

They called her “beast.”

But that was never her name.

It was just the pain talking.

The agony made her feel inhuman.

She thought pain was what she deserved.

She thought it ended when she jumped.

But it only got worse.

That wasn't her escape—

That was her ticket in.

So she skipped town.

Somewhere where no one knew her name.

But her face was there.

Her pain was recognized.

People laughed.

They shoved.

They threw stones.

Mothers whispered to their daughters:

“That’s what happens when you lie.”

But they didn’t know the truth.

That was just a girl

Who wanted to hide.

So she walked away.

From the chaos.

From the noise.

From the ache.

She set off again—

To battle the shadows,

To fight the war.

She told herself:

“A problem unfinished

Is a problem undone.”

But what she didn’t know

Is that at just 9 years old…

Her problem had only just begun.

It grew.

It bubbled.

It plotted.

It schemed.

It was something she raised.

Something she made.

And maybe this time,

Within the army she builds,

Her problem might finally

Go away.

                                - Love, R0ckstar💫