Prisoner of The Mind

Her skin shimmered like the twilight sky that covered her father’s land. Her hair resembled the her mother’s. The hair that made her mother swoon any man that came across her path. The combination of which set her down a path of sadness and suffering. She may have been the richest, most beautiful and intelligent but her pain would run deeper than anyone in the reach of the horizon. She was an idol in her land but a prisoner in her mind. A god in her village but the devil in her eyes. She wasn’t the master of her own mind.