She cannot speak;
So she paints—
Mingles those million hues together.
(It keeps her from going insane)
Her tears are silent,
But not nonexistent.
Who cares though?
No one throws her a second glance.
No one cares.
So she paints,
To hide her pain;
Buried in her own solace,
Mingles those million hues together—
To wipe her own tears,
To try and fight the monsters of her fears,
That dwell in her nightmares,
Haunt her day and night
To face the tremors of her life.
She paints to escape,
This world and each painting says,
So much more than what the eyes let on;
Each hue,
Speaks a different story of it's own.
If only somebody bothers to look.
She cannot speak,
So she paints,
Mingles the million hues together;
It keeps her from going insane...
~ Shami Jha
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