Elixir

Hue and cry
Echoing everywhere;
Anger, Rage, Accusations, Fury;
Reflecting here and there;
Hours will pass,
Then days,
And so will years;
Hands that sabotaged her,
Will find more venues;
Voices that were raised,
Will thunder again and again
For a reason
Not hers;
Faces with silent eyes
Will be blessed with scenes anew;
Their hands glued to their sides,
The men will stand;
Is there a dearth
For an incident here?
My own words
Would sing a different tune;
Her story would diminish
From  pages elaborate,
To lines miniscule;
And finally,
Nothingness!
Only the hurt,
The pain,
The insult,
Will remain;
Scars outside would slowly fade;
The ones within
Will remain etched
Burning her insides;
Plunging her
Into An Abyss, deep;
Is there an elixir somewhere
To eraze; to demolish
The ruthless,
Indelible agony?
She has to find it within
And rise as a phoenix
From its ashes.