UNRECOGNIZABLE

She gazed her reflection in the clean glass mirror. She wonder how she had a swift transformation. How her eyes turned from shimmering blue to corpse-like? When did the shine decided to leave her eyes. When she became so vulnerable, so weak and so, tired.
The smudged mascara and kohl, an expressionless face and a numb body reluctant to react. Is this all she left with?
 
An abrupt realisation dawned upon her. She needed to be strong, she can’t fall weak. She cannot fall weak for herself. There were dreams unfulfilled and voices unheard that lie within herself. These were waiting to come out, to burst upon the world.
 
She felt a sharp pang inside her heart as she glanced at her reflection. The eyes damp with tears, the awful red nose and the beige forehead covered with sweat-beads.
 
She begged herself to hold on the pain and to be strong once again.
 
She smiled through the tears and whispered, ” Let the time pass. It will make you live with pain. It will make you unrecognizable.”

Recognize

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