Telma was shackled in her mind
by the chains of validation.
The perfect foundation for every “Prince Charming”
to build falsehood.
With the right lines and sleek tricks,
He could paint the perfect lie:
That love is about touching
And touching was part of a process,
A process that completes Her as a lady.
Telma was oblivious to it all.
That she was complete by herself,
and validation was a trap.
She was beautifully and carefully crafted.
Complete from above.
Framed from the image of God.
Needing nothing but a realization:
That her true value is priceless.
like every one of her kind:
She’s one of a kind.
The true origin of art – Woman.