Now it Can Never Haunt her Again...

the blank canvas stood before her,
screaming.
yelling.
starving for attention.

she picked up the brushes and doused them in the many colors of her life.

here goes red,
for all the violence she had experienced,
for all the love she had encountered,
for all the lips she had tasted,
and for all the hearts she had boldly destroyed.

here goes green,
for all the envy she had ever had,
for all the jealousy of the girl next door,
for all the many times she spoke the words,"i want to be her."

here goes yellow,
for all the sunshiny days she spent in a dark cloud,
for all the golden opportunities she let slip through her tiny fingers,
for all the daisies she should have picked.

here goes the orange,
for all the hate she had,
for all the bad things that revolved around her thick and stubborn skull at night,
for all the wrong she had ever committed against the accused.

here goes the blue,
for all her sadness,
for all the nights she slept cold and alone on the bathroom floor,
for all the times she pounded her fists into the wall screaming,
"i swore i'd never let this happen to me!"

here goes the purple,
for all her valiant efforts,
for all the many times she tried with every fiber of her very being,
and for all the many times her face hit the floor in the disapointment that always followed.

here goes the black,
for all her anger,
for all her rage that seemed to fill her thoughts so viciously,
for all the times she sat and stared in rage,
as she let the devil get the best of her.

here it all was,
all right before her very eyes,
in a mixture on what was the blank canvas,
was now her masterpiece of all that possesed her,
inside and out.
of all the good
and of all the bad.
of all the has beens
and of all the could haves.
of all the tears
and of all the laughs.
of all the loneliness,
and of all the happiness.

here it was before her.
brought out of her body
and onto the canvas.

now it can never haunt her again.