Oct 18

Transform

She was beautiful
unique
creative
But they said "no.
Don't be yourself.
We want you to be the the mold we make.
We are the sculptors
You are the statue."

Her smile faded 
A shell of the bubbling fountain of life she was before
She no longer lived.
She.
Just. 
Existed.

She was tucked away.
No words were heard.
She closed 
her eyes
and slept.

Many days spent in contemplation
who she is
who she was
what she will be.

Then 
time stood still
She opened her face to the harshness of the world
She started out a caterpillar
Now she's a
BUTTERFLY

The sky cleared
chased doubts from its dome
The sun shone down
its rays illuminating
The Haters
The Doubters
The Opressionists.
The whole world embraced her as beautiful.
And the doubts faded away
About the Author: LadyMidnight
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