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SHE Writing Competition

Under 18 Finalists: Grace Bushby

She of mind and body, the imperfects engraved into her beautiful skin like a Renaissance artwork, hung up for all to see.

She, her mind so strong like the shine of the stars on a quiet night. Her body carved by Greek goddesses, blessed by Aphrodite herself. The moon reflects like fireflies in her eyes and her smile makes me feel the warmth of a cosy campfire. Every time she looks at me, my heart bursts into a flame so strong, as the butterflies circle around me, I fluster.

The places she brightens up, awestruck by the woman she is. She doesn’t believe these things, however, taught by the harmful shadows of life as her inner beautiful hides behind the soft look in her eyes. I dream of a day where she remembers how wonderful she is, how she strings the stars in the sky with every step. To her, she is nothing, her smile crooked and gross, laugh loud and annoying. But to me?

Her smile is mesmerising like the night sky and her laugh like a song, forever stuck in my mind, replaying on a vinyl. I could never get sick of it. And she means everything to me. Her beauty blooms deeper within herself, her kindness blesses everyone around her. Yes, she.

My heart swells and blossoms like flowers during spring, she.

How I love to see her confidence rise like an eternal sunrise, soft shades of pink, orange, and yellow touch my heart, melting it like the first summer day after an unforgiving winter.

I wish to make her feel how she makes me, happy like your favourite memory. Her arms are comfort, they are home. Safe and secure like the fluffiest blanket, knitted by cupid.

She is strong, her mind’s battles have worn her down, but she doesn’t give in. Tears carved lines into her face, like the rain on stormy days. She.

Love guarded by the walls of unforgiving, my dreams long to nest in her heart. To open a door into a world of comfort, of love.

I wish to take down that wall piece by piece with the embrace of mine.

I wish to show her that it’s alright, that I’ll love her unconditionally no matter her flaws or fears.

I wish to wipe away her sorrows and help her become the best version of herself.

The winding road of life is rocky, but I wish to be her safety net, to be part of her journey.

To care for her when she is hurt, to love when she feels loveless. She.

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