A Lover's Pen

As the day began its course
She welcomed the ray kissing her.
The scars were no more the same
Tearing the innocence of hers.
While she stepped into the world
Eyes hit her like the rain drops falling
But she had an invisible shield
Inside her, an overwhelming anxiety.
No more, she could take it.
Every time she looked into a mirror,
A pride which raised her eyebrow.
She was broken
With the words, looks and the world.
She was perfectly broken
To cut down the obstacles with the sharp edge.

She is a woman now
Not to the looks, but to the Heart.
A perfectly broken Woman!!

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