A Piece of Her Soul
I hope you like this glimpse into my head. I've provided even more if you'd like to follow up.
She has a way with words,
like painting a portrait.
Each brush stroke more deliberate than the next.
When the caressing of the canvas is complete,
you will have a perfect understanding of
what it is she wanted you to see.
Is it a beautiful sunset, filled with colors so glorious
it takes the breath from your chest?
Is it a doting new mother, tenderly stroking her newborn
infant's fair skin?
Is it a darker thought of demons and the fight for your soul,
which is only decided by you?
Is it something profound, like a lion hula hooping
while a giant purple giraffe plays hopscotch?
You see, what she paints on this canvas,
this beautiful, non-judging canvas,
is a gift to you.
It is from her soul and she has been generous, loving enough,
to share with you a piece of her soul.
Be it dark, be it light,
be it profound, be it nonsensical,
For it is a piece of herself she gives to you.
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