She was a poet of words entwined,
A wild muse, in a tamed domain,
Eyes closed, she plunged into her world of words,
Floating through fantasy,
She wrote of a truth so loud, you cannot ignore,
Scratching the smooth white surface with her pen,
She scrawled memories that can never be erased,
Her lips mouthed the words she yearned to speak,
She wondered how it was to hear her voice recite,
Her pen spilled words of sorcery, like that of a serenade.
In a gloomy world, she painted in screaming colour,
She wove words like a cocoon that provided warmth,
The hidden side of her craved darkness, away from the light,
A home it was, where she conquered her inhibition,
She danced in an enchanted grove, away from the prying eyes,
Her ink ran effortlessly across the pages giving life to words,
They found solace on a book she refused to show,
Why? They wondered, she laughed,
It was an escape after all,
From the universe’s mad circus of life.
