Broken Moonlight Note ; Photo for this blog post is taken from the web. Her hair is entangled and messy Their shapes are curled in squares and circles There are portraits and days where she looks as pretty as a daisy But there are days of depression and she cries like a slave maid of the 80's that has to work ill. She wipes tears because she seems to tell her story to everyone Does she not realize that this world is a chaos and she should not trust anyone? For when she tells her story, they roll their eyes and tell her that they were done. "So I should not mention about my weakness to anyone", she laments and cries She cried until the dawn breaks the dim moonlight of her bedroom window, until she noticed everyone lies. She thought and she thought until the next night And she came up with a plan that seemed very right She drank a can of juice and recalled her plan And her plan did not involve any friendship or a romance with a man. "I need to stand up for myself. I am sure I am not alone. I just have to wait until I find people that think like me and will soon be my very own! I will do what I love till then!", she squeaked; saying this to herself with delight For sure she was right and in that darkness of her bedroom; she was the only beautiful moonlight. - I.A. #prose #igpoetry #writersofinstagram #writing #strongwomen #poetry #poem #darkness #love #strength #hope #despair #life #prosepoetry #spilledink #spilledpoetry #writing #love #faith #inspirational #inspirationalquotes #inspiration #believe #dowhatyoulove