The Artist Poem by Soldier's Wife

The artist lies in bed
awake and dreaming about
the times she was happy then
and she could see everything again

In a world that is unfair
in a town full of rules
her fate was sealed at that chair
then they did things oh so cruel

She said goodbye to her hands
instead of meeting the noose
now she just couldn’t stand
leaving home to a house full of voices

The artist had no place to turn
so she ran to her art
and then found her home
in the end, it tore her apart

Her art had made her sane
but then brought her pain
yet the artist couldn’t say
she wants them all to pay

As years went by, she was ill
slowly losing her free will
She ran away to her place
viewing the place that cut her hands

The artist was so cold
she drew and drew and...