Art comes in many different forms
It comes in the wind
It comes through the pen
It comes through natural dance
The movement of art is free
Free to those that want it
The flow of art frees the soul
It frees the mind of worry
The freedom art can bring is boundless
It can flow slowly or strong
My art is dance
My art is drawing
My art is healing
It brings me back to the days of youth
The days of being free to be just me
The art and creativity lay dormant
The world and pressures press
The love of the heart flows through
One day someone will appreciate my art
One day, I will find her again
She will emerge from the dirt around her
They tried to bury her
They tried to silence her
But still, she remains
She remains with so much left
So much hope she needs to find
So much love for what she has done
So much love for who she has become
Will anyone ever see it?
Will she ever see her worth?
Will she ever see the heart that gave?
Will she ever receive that type of love?
Will she ever be healed?
Will she ever see what she should see?
Or will she always see what made them reject her?
Her sense of defiance of doing
What is right now matter what
Will she ever see the person her dog sees?
The hope and smile is fading
The life she thought she would have is gone
The person is there somewhere
But she is hidden
The carefree goofy girl is all gone
The girl who just wants to live is gone
She has been surrounded by too much
She has lost sight of all that was
All that was is no there anymore
She waits. She sits curled up in a ball
She is waiting for you to rescue her
She is waiting for your love
She needs you to restore her
She needs you to heal completely
She needs you to live again
She cannot emerge without you
You have to make the choice
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