Her beauty is radiant
Every curve well formed
Eyes gleaming and brilliant
With this gift she was born
When she talks
She speaks light
A ray piercing through a cloudy sky
Darkness flees in fright
Her wisdom is divine
Her values in no way flawed.
But in a mirror
She sees horror
In her soletude
Behind closed doors
The walls tell a different tale
A tale of lack of self confident
A bitter tale of daily caustic bile of skeptism
About who she really is.
She is thrown into confusion
Thrown into a pit where she does nothing
But to look for her very own self and soul
Remembering her father brings her much joy
He called her princess
No care in the world
All is well
Her own sanctuary
Where she can be Queen
And here she likes to remain
As the world rotates
She's in her own orbit.
Deep in her heart,
She is afraid of her own sanctuary
A claustrophia where there seem no awakening.
Yet we all knew very well that
She is a pearl, she is a work of art
She is what I look to
She is what I want to become
But thoughts of doubts fill her head
Like an intravenous therapy which instead of curing her
Makes her rather sick of her own shadow
She takes a deep breath to clear her head entirely
Her days have been better
she had enjoyed all life would offer
Going and coming as she willed
Never once did she stand still
Along With the girls from her youth
She once thought she knew truth
But a newer version appeared so sudden
She smiles
And the feeling that comes along with it is tears
She moves
And her legs respond by not moving at all
She sighs
She feels trapped in her solidarity
Yet she screams
I am free
A hand comes down
Pulls her out of her misery
She has lived to tell her story
And she will leave a legacy
The world will see her brave and strong
And never forlorn
Not setting standards but being the standard
Onward to victory.
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