She is strength unaware

And hope above despair

Moving with purpose

From the plunge of the needle

At the break of each day

To the stitch’s end with nightfall

Creating a tapestry of life

In the colors of an open heart

Bleeding empathy in red

Alongside deep blue sadness

Wherein white threads of joy

Streak like phosphor arrows

Through pitch black pain

To the green of verdant life

That pulls it all together.

She is art walking through the garden

A belle trailing peals of laughter

As she waters the flowers with tears

Healing whomever she nears

And being healed in return.

She is the setting silver moon

Seeking silent solace alone

In the harbour of night’s horizon

That she might gain the strength

To rise once more

And face the countless stars

That seek an audience in her grace

Where they might fade

Behind the brilliance of her face.

Look at her –

She dances, she dances.