Looking back on the bumpy road,
She finds experience dancing on the stage of her life…
Be it the mess she often found herself into,
Or the hope that she always lingered onto…
There was something that never changed…
Something she kept and still keeps nearest to her heart,
A reason,
A reason to never give up…

Embracing the never give up wing,
She tries to fly after every fall…
Even with the clipped wings,
And
Dented hope at times,
She crawled, stopped never…

Holding the pen and brush as armor,
She often finds peace on a paper and canvas…