A painting so inestimable,
Held close to my heart.
The canvas revealed a story,
With a mix of joyful black and melancholic white.

A painting says no words,
Yet the image speaks of sagacity,
That has been learnt by a broken heart.

She stood there, rooted.
Feeling her heart drop silently.
But this time it wasn't out of grief,

Rather, she felt something creep away,
Like the darkness waiting to be outshined,
Reminding her that all she had done, never went in vain.

A picture that spoke a story for a few,
reminded her of the past where she was trapped in throe.

Nightmares lurked inside of her, while she starts anew.

A picture that painted a story to share with delight.

Shared a story which survived with no light.

All the while, her life had been in visioned in grey and blue,
But she could no longer keep a brave facade.

Yet she remained in a state of tranquillity.

She felt the dark crumbling her from within,

But in a serene state, she faced the monstrosity,
Having no choice but to accept the vicious atrocity.

Shadows of her past cowered away,

As a new light of hope enters.

A heart suffocated by the cages,
Now like a free bird, healing its pain.

In the end, she accepted her fate unruffled,

Winning over life in a way of acceptance and pride,

which is what drove her anguish away.

Now isn't it funny how a canvas that was meant for delight,

Despite the vibrant colours,

Narrated a dark story.