POEM SERIES #11
In her mind she saw herself, all dull and unattractive.
There she went feeling gloomy and inexpressive.
Her friends she thought, all robust and cheery.
Dear little Maina found no need to be merry.
She lived in a cute little bungalow up the hill side.
With her family that could not light up her inside.
Kept to herself imprisoned by falsehood and trepidation.
Dear little Maina wallowed in the cocoon of her imagination.
She was never part of the fun side of happenings.
Always the subject of mean tricks and jestings.
Until the day she stumbled upon an old dusty mirror.
Dear little Maina would at last alter her believe in error.
Gazing through the dusty mirror came a beam of illumination.
Inspiration rising as she continued to devour without reservation.
An encounter that would reflect the beauty within so freely.
Dear little Maina could see the vision she desired so passionately.
Through a looking glass sparked her journey of self discovery.
A new reality that propelled her to stand tall in bravery.
Invoking strength that shatters the barriers of the old.
Dear little Maina ready to step out and take on her world.
BY: BRIEFTALKS
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