After the dark silent night,
the only thing that kept her going
was her hope to see that one ray of light,
that sprinkled magic on her skin,
as if everything that happened
was just a bad dream.
There was something about
the sun that bought her joy
She knew she couldn't see it,
But all she knew was,
the bright light
bringing colors to her sight.
Just like the sunflowers,
she would dance in it's spotlight,
flaunt her flaws in the soothing
cool breeze, adorn her scars on
her little tiara & reflect joy
into every corner of the field.
There was something about the
sunshine, it made her feel strong
like never before.
after everything dark that she received,
she managed to soak herself into the
light that coruscated it's way through the shallow clouds of sorrow,
bringing her tons of hope and
i would just sit under that oak tree
away from her sight,
with a brush and a canvas,
Trying hard to paint my imagination