She did not know what delicate meant until she felt the pressure and assessed her capacity to withstand it.
She did not fear Power until the intense heat threatened to wither her away.
She made no effort to avert deceit because she did not see a reason for anyone wanting to harm her.
Curiosity drove her to venture into the unknown, and then survival instincts toughened her up.
The world outside labelled her manipulative.
She refused to let others overstep boundaries, and they called her dominating.
They ignored the difference between action and reaction as mirrors frightened them.
Shadows lengthened.

I like the double entendre.Is it a flower or a person?Leaves a lot to the imagination.Well done.
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Thanks for dropping by, Kwadwo!
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Very well done
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Great write Reena – depicting the loss of innocence, survival, and the unfair ways the world labels strong women – and your ending shows it’s not over 💔
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Does it really get over, unless you are super successful in your field and/or a celebrity?
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No – I’m not sure it even does then!
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👍
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No one wants you to fight back.
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That’s good to hear 🙂
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Such ominous circumstances surround this individual. I wish them well.
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Thank you, Lisa 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful written ❤️
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Thanks so much, Maggie!
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You’re welcome 💜❤️
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It takes great strength
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True that. Thank you, Maria!
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You’ve used the delicate beauty of the flower well
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Thank you, Neil!
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Wow. Great read!! She needs to stay strong.
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Amen!
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