Her life was rising,
Rising from the depths,
The depths of despair,
Into a new world,
A world of love and beauty,
That love had returned.
The brush touched the canvas,
Her love of painting was back,
Back from the grave,
That had been dug in her past.
Now resurrected into the light
The brush flowed,
And beauty shone on the canvas,
Shone with the love in her life.
The love of family,
That love nearly lost,
But now stronger than ever.
She stood in front of the canvas
Painting her new life,
In colours of her dreams
Now newly freed from her hell.