she works because she wants to work;
there’s nobody who’s made her —
the page was blank, but now it’s full,
that makes her a creator.

like any artist, anywhere,
she stays twixt lies and madness —
but that’s okay – her colors sing,
and fill her heart with gladness.

i see her celebrating now,
as one who’s stands apart —
yet we can share in all her joy,
for we can see
her art

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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