She helped herself out
For once in her life
She taught her to help herself
And by doing so she felt better
In a way only she could understand
She became an artist
She had every tool an artist had
And by having this she felt better
She let her emotions out
As any artist does
Her tool, a knife
Her canvas, her skin
Her medium, her blood
And by seeing this she felt better
Her work for all to see
Displayed and marked as hers
Everywhere she went
Embarressed, not proud was she
So she obsessed over doing it again
And by thinking about this she felt better
The relief rushed through
As the painting grew
Larger and deeper and redder
She felt in control and powerful
And by feeling this she felt better
She worked at her project
Until she conveyed all internal emotion
Onto the canvas
Of her painting
And when she was through
Indeed she did feel better
Everyone knew the one thing she did
To help herself out in the end
Knew but they didn't understand
As they lowered her into the ground
They all knew now she felt better
Rebecca Bay