The Artist

When you tried to mould her like clay

Did you think she would stay?

She is the epitome of beauty 

and such vivid colour,

A paintbrush in one hand

and magic in another,

Like the sun 

she glowed

But you were

scared of

Her lightness

Her strong spirit

Her brightness.

She runs free now, with a new love, he is loving

And she is fearless. Do you see her? Laughing, wind in her hair,

Does it bring you to your knees?

You cannot keep a waterfall from flowing

You cannot force the sun to stop shining

You cannot cover a rainbow with a black cloud

without the colours spilling out.

Do you understand now?