The word kept on resonating through the chambers of her unfathomable soul, echoing the depth of her insecurities. Covering her ears would be of no use, it reflected on the shredded glass surrounding her.
Ugly
Ugly
Ugly
Inescapable. Inevitable. Ugly.
The colours drenched her face, change it beyond recognition. Yet it would always be there. Inescapable. Inevitable. Ugly. And she knew it. And she loathed it.
She threw herself into the ruthless arms of another night, waded through it, begging for temporary amnesia. She saw herself in the reflection of many ravenous, illaudable eyes. Finally she felt….. beautiful. . Woke up bare and alone, Inescapable. Inevitable. Ugly.
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24 comments:
That feels a lot like being a teenager, sadly. Beautiful Maha, you never fail to amaze and or please.
Your writing has such depth and heart. This is exceptional!
Such awsome writing. Love your style totally raw and awsome
'She threw herself into the ruthless arms of another night' - the perfect phrase. Nicely told tale!
Powerful words Maha... "unfathomable soul, echoing the depth of her insecurities...." like living through the dark night of the soul a journey that many travel that dark road alone.
A strong powerful piece, wonderful
Joanny
its a vicious cycle...so aptly portrayed...sad in where we must turn to find our beauty...easpecially when it resides outside ourselves. wonderful.
Some people are born with an outward beauty but for others it is hidden, yet even more powerful!
Star
Alas, so many of us fall prey to what the advertising and fashion industry idea of beauty. Brian is right, beauty comes from within...you must find that beauty for no one can give it to you.
profound poem.
teenager....? maybe. I know a lot of girls like that. But while writing it I had a middle-aged woman in mind.
It's very hard not to judge ourselves by other's standards, but true beauty comes with love of self. Beautifully written as always, Maha.
Re: my daughter...she is 15.
This captures insecurity in a very real way. I love the way you play with the words to add feeling to them.
I really like the line "She threw herself into the ruthless arms of another night". Poignant piece.
Poignant and disturbing short story.
'She saw herself in the reflection of many ravenous, illaudable eyes."
Someone had to make her feel ugly. The internalizing of "ugly" just does not happen by chance. Who feed her these lies? Her parents? The media? Her peers. Quite an indictment of society as a whole. Very sad story; superbly well-written piece d'art.
It take talent to put raw emotion into such imaginable words.
rel
"Illaudable"? No, laudable! Cngratulations.
Well done, and a little sad. "Beauty" found in anonymous eyes during the night seldom survives the light of day.
And now, seven years of bad luck for the 'shredded glass surrounding her'. Very powerful imagery. There comes a time when youth fades away, and we reach for something to 'paint our faces' into another person, or go back to the younger version of ourselves. Nice use of the photo prompt, well done! Age is a matter of mind, not wrinkles, as I commented on another lipstick magpie.
Really neat perceptions....your phrases carries within them something so mellow that it leaves me in admirations.
Thakyou Maha!
Col.
Quite sad as beauty is only skin deep and it is the soul within that is the most beautiful.
Christine
Ah the angst of insecurity can be a life-consuming thing. Problem is, it can overshadow the inner beauty of the soul too...
Such a tragic, sad tale. Always seeking beauty but one might look within to find real beauty. Alas, I feel this soul will always be lost.
magical description,
cool post!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/04/13/because-she-is-plain-magpie-tale/
Happy Tuesday!
I did mine the first time!
How sad. Life is hard when you don't feel you meet the physical expectations you've set for yourself. Too bad.
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