I couldn’t see myself anymore.
I felt invisible.
I decided to make my move.
I traced out my outline with an eye pencil.
I painted my story with some lipstick.
I feathered out my dreams with some mascara.
I hinted at my mystery with some blush.
I created a portrait with my makeup.
I pushed my beauty from the sidelines into the forefront.
I emerged from the darkness, a pretty butterfly.
©Ivie M. Eke 2016.