Catharsis
The morbid cloak of dark
is a cruel cape;
attempts she, to embark
on a valiant escape,
flees to lustre, a mere spark,
heedless of a thorny drape;
Delicacy rips, wounds bleed stark
vicious thorns tear & scrape…
freed at last, albeit a laden lark,
with a new destiny to shape.
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Image : Google.
Painting of woman : Artist Juan Miguel's 'Wounded'.
Note: I have merged part of the painting, with the picture of thorns to build the scenario for the context of my poem.
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