Sometimes it's okay to go!

She was in her so called last days .
The last stage of life .

A strange thing has happened.
She has opened her old diary after a very long time.
She smiled and thought ...She would write a story of her  life.
And the leaves of her brown diary resembled her old age.
Ripped. Rusted.  Damaged. Dull.
Recalling each moment she thought was worth mentioning.
The things she'd done.
The people she had met and known .
The emotions she had experienced .
The places she had been.

And gradually words became lines , lines  to paragraphs and paragraphs turned to pages.
She didn't realise that her life had been a roller coaster .
Ups and downs,
Smiles and frowns...
She could look back at the days ,
And how they went at their own pace .
Putting her life events on the pages ,
Describing her past ages.

Her mind was filled with beautiful things,
She started from where she got her wings .

And ended it where she lost her feathers ,
How her life had changed its weathers .

Regrets .
Sadness.
Guilt .
Anger ....
She has counted all the limes
but more were the happy times.

Now she was contented ,
As...She has answered all the what , who , where  and when.
And guess what ...
She accidentally dropped her pen .
Yes...
Her story was over
But she was no more..