#WritcoPoemChallenge

The fragile woman, for so long, wanted just to paint.
But her doubts were so intoxicating she couldn’t even see straight.
With blurry vision she stared at her brush set on the window-ledge
but feared that one wrong brush stroke would push her fragile mind over the edge.

Years passed until she tired of waiting for her world to improve.
A happy life was something her bitter mind could no longer illude.
Before she planned on leaving, taking her final breath
she decided to paint the place she wished to go to after...