Painting Feelings

With all the laws of the earth
She had created life, love and Heart.
On one large big old plain canvas,
Colors were extraordinary,
Curves were mesmerizing,
And line were beyond limitless.

Her work of art is not as bold as the paintings of
the Sistine chapel. But her spirit is just as compelling
as Michael Angelo's.
She did not want to leave the Earth to be grieved upon.
Her heart was never set to find rewards or paradise.

Her soul never learn to surrender.
She fought battles.
Not with shields and swords.
Nor war or chaos.
But somehow somewhere more transcended.

She did not imitate the norm.
She paved her way into toughest of mountains.
Undertook the ravaging storms of her seas.
She had her eyes for beauty rather than displeasing cries of her mind.

With all the hate and anger,
she stroked her brush swift and gradient as if it was scarlet red.
All the fears stumbling and rapidly pat with a dent as bubbly as she can.
But her heart was always torn between happy and blue.
So she stroked the sky lightly and gently beyond the horizon.
and in contrast, forcefully wet what remained below.