She evolved

Midst of the sea

She's there for too long

She hovers and wonders

Lost her sense of right and wrong

Like a child runs after

To catch a falling kite

She hammers her way to reach the shore

Against the sea's might

She knows it's there

Somewhere in the end

What if she doesn't find the land?

What if she descend?

The thought makes her tremble

Push her way through more

Enduring the wrath she stands up

To look back and before.

Bracing herself up

She fortifies her own soul

Her laughter is restricted

Her words prudently roll

No more the butterfly that dances and sings

She evolves into a bee that stings.