I followed her on Instagram……
Sara’s looks would evoke a stare
Her disposition led her to share
On a platform that let her beauty unfurl
Telescope us into her life’s swirl
Memories seemed to cause her to freeze
On Instagram, she found her release
Every post told a tale
Of travels, clothes, and a fantasy veil
For she’s a woman who gets what she wants
Shy, but not afraid to flaunt
Her posts inspired awe and longing
Sexy captions leave us pondering
“No filter necessary.”
In her summer dress, she’s free to be
A carefree spirit, unbound and free
Her hair in waves, cascading down
A face to gaze and eyes to drown
Her followers commented with hearts and love
And raised her to the stars above
For in this space, she’s a queen
A perfect life with all the sheen
“Beware: Contents may be hot.”
The bikini allows her to strut her stuff
In the halter and thong, canvas enough
Boobs and butt on display
Little left for imaginative play
Gripped by Instagram, she did bare
Her photos, staged for likes and shares
Comments egged her to reveal
Even, in private moments she lifted the seal
“I’ve been riding my wave.”
She rode her boyfriend, seemingly possessed
Bare breasts into him, she pressed
Her legs cradled her lover as he laid waste
Multiple orgasms, she did taste
With every like and every view
Her fame and following did accrue
They admired her from afar
She was headed to be an Instagram star
But then came a post that looked so gray
Her smile, once bright, had faded away
The captions read, with words so bleak
“I’ll get over it. Just a bad streak.”
Comments flooded, protesting love and care
Messages of hope to show they were there
Virtual hugs that shared her pain
Heart emojis poured in like rain
The likes came, but they could not heal
Emojis were sweet, but they cannot feel
A hurt that she’s been carrying alone
Weight too heavy to be shown
The colors, the filters, they’re all so grand
But what of the beauty that’s close at hand?
The faces, the places, that are so dear
Were they just props for Sara to appear?
A woman lost to Instagram’s hold
Her heart, it seemed, had turned cold
In this virtual world, there’s a cost to pay
Safety did not come in security’s sway
So here’s to you, Sara, woman of IG
May you find a way to break through the screen
And may you see the beauty around
For life is a treasure that’s truly profound
So let us look beyond the feed
And see her, with all her need
For love, for care, for understanding
And let our hearts be expanding
An obsession is hard to break
But love and care can heal the ache
For life is meant to be authentic and true
And in its warmth, there’s a chance to renew
