Lost beauty

She was breaking and every falling ray of light on her , was splitting into a rainbow
I wished , I could tell her how beautiful she looked , her body so much like a fragile glass was letting those rainbows pour out of her pieces . I wish I could tell her it was okay to be broken , it was okay to shatter .
But she was only taught to be whole , unscratched , to not fall , to hold the screams , she was only taught to be graceful .
And when the pain had hit her , her body hadn’t known how to react , her limbs just trembled and her face grew pale like winter . She couldn’t even try to breathe or to let the wind caress her for a while . She was in disgust with herself , her existence her thoughts ..
But those were beautiful to hear when unknowing she would utter them and giggle . She lived in those moments of her imagination and it felt good to see her alive .
She was regretting and the pain was too much to bear , she was regretting walking towards her dream , breaking the rule in her book , because they never taught how to heal when you broke them .. There were petunias blooming with her tears and roses turning red with her blood .The sun was bright , glorifying her image for the left moments of her existence . She didn’t even wish anyone to come and accept her in that moment , she didn’t believe in fairy tales anymore .
And I , a mere spectator of her beauty and innocence was just waiting to carry her soul ..


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