Poetry! keep our spirits alive.

Admire the artist’s canvas,

alive in moments

snapshots of beauty

when peace exists. 

She ponders “Never give monsters room to trap and leave you soulless.”

Her answer was to pen hope.

Or at least truth, as brutal as it appears. 

She realized black added to crimson, remains a circle. The sharp edges of orange a mere distraction. 

The swirling of stars makes one dizzy and yet we stay grounded in the paradox of light. 

If a painting fails, existence becomes painful.

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