Her EscapeA Poem by Viki RachelA woman, who is alone and sad, paints to escape the small box of a house she knows she will never call home.The paintbrush has seen better days, And she has too, But the world is asleep, And she's feeling quite blue.
So she picks up her paintbrush and dips it in green, And proceeds to paint landscapes that her eyes have never seen.
A beach, with white sands, Like the color of her face, The sea, So full of fierceness and grace.
A desert, with a bird, That flies as high as a kite, And it never looks down, Because its fear is not height.
Then a small cottage, In a field so green, And the love in that field, Is something she's never felt, Or seen.
Now the painting is done, To many, it makes no sense, But to all of those people, This girl is not dense.
In her box of a house, With one friend, Just a mouse, She's isolated and alone, And she still is not at home. © 2010 Viki RachelAuthor's Note
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