#WritcoPoemChallenge

Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
It was nowise a mere painting.
It's a chronicle.
It was counterclaiming attention of the viewer.
It was anticipating someone to notice the narrative of the art of its owner.
Many of them appreciated it, and many moved on without catching a sight of it.
But the originator was satisfied as her art was the sole thing to put cold water on all the twinges of her life.