She was stalked on the streets
and she wanted to hide behind a veil.
She questioned the mirror in solitude
Her reflection was turning pale.
Gripped by revulsion and fear,
she felt trapped in a cage
They ‘desired’ to do ‘things’ to her
she only prayed to be average.
The pain poured out through her pen
in stories wild, and then, free verse.
Her personality found expression
Beauty was no longer a curse.
Beyond the realms of physicality,
flew unfettered imagination.
fearless in private confines
blossomed unchained ambition.
She is still ‘followed’ by hordes
on social media, and for autographs.
She tilts her head with pride
and smiles, confidently for photographs.
She found herself
not just her face and mind
Life is beautiful.
Freku inspired by Ronovanwrites #Weekly#Haiku#Poetry#Prompt#Challenge#145