Art Poem by Mikaela Hall

This girl is an artist.
So careful, so neat.

But she keeps it hidden,
always out of sight.
Her talent is a secret, that some may never know.
The truth behind her reason,
will never be understood.

But you see–
A blade is her paintbrush.
Her blood is her paint.
Her body is her canvas.

A little piece of heart and soul,
is lost in every work.
Tears are shed with every move.
As it all fades away, the scars still remain–
Creating beautiful, everlasting art.

A picture is worth one thousand words?
Well hers–
Hers are worth one million.

This girl is an artist.
So careful, so neat.