She is the stained girl, a diffident dreamer Who looks for the sun and the rain together Her panache is to craft blissful memories Festooned with vivid thoughts, her accessories
She is the stained girl, a feeble believer Who relies on a happy ever after Yet scared to be seen from her cheerful facade, Something that would charge her of being a fraud
She saunters in the midst of the piqued storms Resounding the hues of the jaundiced norms Like a bird highlighted with vibrant plumes To fly around the walls of perplexing rooms
She wears the best maquillage, old and new To make everyone away from being blue She offers her hair, those gilded strands Yet they exploit her gift with their vicious hands
She is the stained girl who seeks for uprightness Yet pain has shaped her with creased faithfulness In front of a looking glass, there I see That magnificent, stained girl looks like me.
*Stained here is colored or painted.
For the Picture Poem This contest 5. Thank you for bringing back my muse.