Neverland

Rainbows are circular. She was a lot like a rainbow. Half of her was. Missing? Or hidden. She became a mystery. There was sadness in that. She didn’t seek to be understood, but to understand herself and express that through a version of art that spoke for her. She didn’t mind losing herself because she knew what it was to feel complete within herself. She knew she had the capacity to do that. She chased that feeling but not desperately. Deliberately. Serving was her purpose but not in the traditional sense of the word. She existed to add value to the lives of others. Every person along her path. Her wounds showed but wounds heal. Healing mended her inner workings.