The woman spotted it from a distance above the sea of spectators.

She is a black canvas filled with many colors.

A painting hanging on the wall called this world.

She is housed within a picture frame that is her mind.

Her colors are mixed with the blood, sweat, and tears of a hard knock life.

At first, when the paint touched the old worn-out canvas,

No one thought it would have amounted to anything.

It looked far from being finished.

Everything seemed chaotic in the beginning.

But with time, patience, perseverance, and resilience…

As the slow tick, tick, tick of this earthly clock ticked on…

With every careful stroke of the weary brush,

The painting was transformed like a phoenix from the ashes.

So did her evolution.

She was now reborn.

Now a masterpiece on display, in a museum to behold.

Basking in the spotlight of those who gazed upon her.

The woman squeezed through the crowd to better look at this magnificent piece that hung on the wall.

She sees strong, bold eyes staring back.

It was her reflection.

This was her story.

The painting is her.

By Nelly Vee