Masterpiece

She is a woman who knows

What it’s like to live on tiptoes...

Underneath the pressure

Of his anger,

Steeped in verbal blows.

To have her confidence shaken.

Her self image dysmorphic and necrosed.

But now,

Her brush strokes Highlight the bridge

Of a perfect nose.

Peach pigment erases the darkness,

Once shadowing eyes

That now know hope.

Fuchsia infuses life into the cheeks

Of a warrior

Painting her self portrait,

With hands strong and reposed.

Her canvas only bleeds,

Now that she’s freed,

In colors of creativity.

She has become

Her own masterpiece

In the reprieve from his disease.

@DeadOfNightPoetry