She expressed
sullen hues
as she whimsically
finger painted,
on her open air canvas with
one finger and
her eyes
focused on
the heavens above.

"Woe is me".
She paints
in tattered dress
and short breaths
questioning her life's agony.

She asks;
'is there ever an oasis to reward my life lived in the nocturnal forest'?

She cries;
'my palette is bountiful of bright and cosmic hues and yet, I elect to paint in tortured blacks and midnights'.

'The storms and shadows are relentless', she exclaims.

'I think that I just want to be like everyone else',
she says.

'But then again,
do I' ?

She dips her finger in the hue of onyx on her palette and she whispers...
'naw'!



written by me... ..