Blinded


She walks,
not seeing her true colors.
Her eyes withered away from from fear,
blinded by the light of her own beauty,
unable to see from the darkness of her distress.
Not able to see the beauty.
Darkness.
FIlling her heart
dimming,
executing,
her soul.
Falling down
she rises
shattering her fears
flying higher than the universe
She can see herself.
Clothed in white
Her reflection no longer a blur.
Only a bliss
Only jubilation
free,
she is free.

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