Long and deep were her scars,

Deep and intense like the tar,

Yet she was a star.

Hidden beneath the scars,

Was a story untold, bizarre,

Of the racing bikes and cars.

Sitting by the window,

Hugging her cushiony pillow,

She gushed her journey on wheels.

A year or two had passed,

Since that tragic blast,

Which got her paralyzed.

With those beautiful memories,

Of the jackets and suits leathery,

She dwelled with no regrets.

She dwelled with no regrets,

Aided by those wheels,

For her lifetime.