She Wasn't Pretty

She wasn't pretty. She never really was. Although everyone she ever met always complimented her for the way she looks. But I never found her pretty or beautiful. She was more like a complete mess and a hardcore dreamer in the middle of chaos. She moved like a fierce wind and could stare at nothing for hours. She counted things till she reached an even number and had a heart full of stars. She made terrible mistakes and horrible choices. She preferred sitting on the floor, hated jeans and loved being taken care of. She wasn't complicated and yet she was a mystery to be solved. She broke every rule, surpassed every boundary, got hurt and wounded and yet she was walking. She was a child not ready to grow up, a mother who was not willing to give up, a wife who was trying to make things work and a lover who was more than just willing to find her lost love. No, she was not easy. She was difficult as hell but she was worth every pain. She was not the sparkling stars of the galaxy but an unknown planet yet to be found. She smiled when she soul was bleeding, she lost her loved ones and didn't get a chance to cry, she crossed oceans in search of her home and yet she faced battles which no warrior could ever fight.
If you ask me, I would say, she wasn't pretty. Pretty is quite a lame word for all she faced, fought and survived. To me, she always been like a falling star; the one which brought hope and fulfilled your wishes.
She was more like a fighting ship in the middle of the storm. The kind of beauty which could bring back life to a dead soul. She wasn't pretty. She was a drop dead gorgeous woman, fighter, lover and a dreamer... Who was she? It's you.