A muted cry amid her umbra fears
No one to lean on, no one to hear;
The purple prose of her life dissipated
Darkness, cold and anxiety congregated.

Sinking deep down a bottomless gulf, an abyss
Unaccompanied, she lay in this extensive metropolis;
Musing over the Gordian knot, she mystifies
Grabs a pen, a notepad, hesitates a second and writes.

As the ink spreads over the piece of paper
She gets a breakthrough, and becomes a spellbound creator;
She goes ahead seeking an evasion from these filthy cages
To a kingdom of quietude, she has longed for ages.

In times of bliss or gloom, be it felicity or blues
She has stood by her own, not one of those stereotypical hues;
As she spills her soul out onto the textured canvas
Desolation has ceased to exist, warm fuzzies are now her focus.

This mighty pen taught her magic and wonder
Revealed heavenly secrets that the tongue could never utter;
She now pioneers an indelible odyssey
Uninfluenced, unperturbed, sprouting with ecstasy.