Literature
I found my artist soul in the dark
Life has bitten me hard from the begining, and dug deep scars in my wounded soul Loneliness, wise little girl, no brother neither sister, uprooted so many times, in a world of wolves Scorpio black noisy words escaping from my dad's mouth, against my Beaux-Arts parisian dream tool My creative bubble took birth anyway, wrapping my faith with hope to escape with millions of doves The straightjacket he wanted to put me in, paralyzing me as a grey sheep framed by society codes As soon as I took the path of university delight and straight after, I had to track money to survive, Jumping into the void wingless, blinded by the routine fog with aching heart, blooding soul, no odds Flooding me, shaking sorrow, abandoning my brain into Sleeping beauty tale, in this monochrome hive Until Deviantart and my charming prince woke me up, saving me from drowning into charcoal rains Refreshing my life's page, gathering memories snippets of my forbidden artist pieces before the fall Enlighting again