For others it was invisible,
Until she inked on paper
But,
She didn't require others gaze,
For her imagination was far beyond,
Hope was residing in a plain stone;
Standing as reffigied in the form of inspiration.
Her eyes courscated for achivements,
Defining every drop of perspiration;
Yet indiscernible for others.
For her scars was symbol of contentment,
Reflecting the power of healing;
Which was alienated for others.
Her every step devoted sincerity,
Expecting for parity,
Pain was aggravating inside her veins;
But only merry face was visible.
Her inner voice was remedy for their opaqueness.
Hoping!
Her invisibility might be visible in her dreams...