Heavy-Eyed and Alive

“How could she even recognize
her true self she wondered,
if she kept rubbing
colour on her greys.
And she learnt that being herself
was more than just being raw and
running fierce in her own skin,
soaked in her ideas of how the world was.
It was screaming towards the sky
the questions knotted up inside her head
it was feeling the fullness of freedom,
walking alone, heavy-eyed and alive
not caring what others could see
but being proud of her sears and blots,
day after day.
She was one,
and one she would remain
not one of a throng,
but one of her own !”

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