The Picture She Painted

An evocative poem that delineates the inner turmoil of a woman.

She stood there,

Looking at the picture she had just painted.

She stood staring at the possibilities,

her eyes soaking in the bright colours on the canvass.

She fell in love with the smiles she had painted,

the happiness she created with her brush strokes,

for she had painted everything that was amiss in her life.

As the smell of fresh colours filled the room,

she stood still listening to her heart racing.

A fleeting thought,

a brief moment of realisation of a possibility,

a shadow of a smile later,

She turned her back to the painting

And walked back into her world of darkness thinking,

Someday. Just not today. But, someday indeed!

Published here earlier.

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Riti

Bohemian.

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