Metamorphosis
The girl she is today was a broken mess who did not believe in herself, she poured her love into every cup only to find herself empty.
She expresses her mind, in the rarity of her eyes, the ounce of the world you would find.
Strength is often expressed in gallant notions in stories and poems, such as the existence of tenacity of the core to endure, fight and combat external realms. I have read infinite poems that portray the beauty of a girl who is in love and is fiercely radiant in the emotion that drives her to the edge of eternity. The beauty of humanness is not only in the radiance of joy or sanguine emotions that emit light and shine. The luminance of moonlight comes from the moon adorned in its darkness that radiates from the beauty of the wounds and scars that it beholds on its surface.
Metamorphosis is the only constant in the mortal realm of existence. The girl she is today is the manifestation of the broken pieces of her heart that she held together and refused to give up. Long back in the depths of time, she longed for people to stay. She pleaded with the world to be there by her side, to wipe her tears, to fix her fears, to stand beside her, to fill the hollow inside. Her entirety was bent on the joy and mirth of others, to let them shine their light to the brightest even if that meant dulling the shine she beheld. She would kindle the hopes of others by burning the desires she beheld. In the longing to feel enough for the ones around, she abandoned the very origin of her sound. She was one of the kindest souls that was shown the coldness of the world, she felt pain in the places where she deserved to be loved. When the doom of the world deepened her scars, she finally chose to love herself enough and to keep the noise afar.
The girl she is today was a broken mess who did not believe in herself, she poured her love into every cup only to find herself empty. The emptiness of her stride fostered her to be her abode to confide. They tried to break her, but oh boy! They couldn't even break an ounce of her. She learned her lesson and today she is the girl who fearlessly dreams, who holds bold conversations, and with passion screams. She walks into a room with pride, for she knows she has herself and god by her side.
She walks in the luminescence of the eternal light,
In the journey she trods upon, she takes immense pride.
You have changed is all they can say.
She laughs with merriment, for only she knows,
The scars
The stars
The tears
The fears
Through all that she fiercely fought
To be the girl she is today.
-Hridya
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