What happens to 'her' afterwards?

What happens to 'her' afterwards? Nothing much; but...

When chaos settled in her surroundings...

She tries to make sense of it all...what just (had) happened?

She starts to piece memories together....

The happy and warm ones for her lonesome lost nights...

The unforgettable harsh ones to fight the day...wearing her armour - a smile and grace.

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much; but...

She fails to understand why tears swell in her eyes and why morsel of her meals choke her...

All of it while listening to happy songs!

Has her mind forgotten the meaning of happiness? Or her heart being used often?

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much; but...

She tries to find an anchor, an escape from dwelling questions in her mind...

By being out there - with change; of Place, People - she meet or chooses not to,

Or just in the meaningless busyness of the mundane.

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much, but...

'Her world' shrunken... In conscience and in physicality, 

further on timelines of life and lifelessness 

She experiences myriad emotions in a blink of eye.

She isn't afraid of the chaos or stillness but dreaded!, rather feels challenged...

By Her own ethical boundaries and beliefs 

By Her own understanding of who 'she' is now And to 'whom?'

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much; but...

She now doubts herself forever more...

If every single time the 'trust' she relay out to the world, to join hands...

If she is meant to shed every ounce of her dignity, her character...?

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much; but...

She goes in and out of such cycles of woundless hurt,

Wonders if 'her' choices or mistakes can be forgiven...if there is a way back or if there exists her piousness...

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much; but...

Keeping mum to the world...her knowledge of self paints a different story..

With colors of Dark and doomed, betrayed or abandoned...

What happens to 'her' afterwards?

Nothing much, but..

She muster-up courage in her broken shattered being...to believe that, possibly some day her path will lead her towards light...

That, a day would come when she wouldn't seek peace and belonging outside... rather she will breath her last in ease and glory.