She used to paint when she was young
vivid colors scattered over the canvas
filling the inner void with life.
 
The pain would fade away for a while
liberating the lungs and airways
enabling the body to feel whole again.
 
Rain pouring down the windows
inviting butterflies to look for shelter
in a world where suffering was optional.
 
Mirrors showing a disgraceful scene
a broken heart left unhealed
tampering the room out of routine.
 
Breathing heavily, she sighed
“What happened to my life?”
the past and present passing by.
 
Drawings not finished
books not printed
all my wonderful dreams not realized.
 
A new sentence was waiting
for her to gently lift up her hand
continuing a journey without an end.
 
Who was to blame for the debacle
no level of rage or hurt
could end the tireless fight with anger.
 
Freeing herself of turmoil and agitation
inviting quietness to shape the landscape
transforming calmness into deep awareness.
 
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎

Creative art by Daniela S.

Originally published on the Hive blockchain at @KriszRokk.