Like a prisoner behind bars
You will see her eyes
Trapped beneath the surface of the poem you write, she shivers
She comes uninvited and leaves without a warning
Like an optical illusion, she appears and disappears
Like a coincidence only you know how to understand
The feeling she gave you stays despite the darkness of your heart that tries to erase it
Those who are searching for her are doomed to never find her
And those who stopped searching, need her the most
The rest of us stand in-between, the need to hold her again
And the need to forget she ever existed
We create prisons of art and display her proudly to the world
Pretending we are fine without her smile
One day she will escape from the confinement you designed for her
The moment you feel everything around you
With the same intensity as her presence
When you cry and despite the pain you feel lucky for each gasping breath
When you feel broken
But somehow find the courage to observe the pain of others
She will realize that the canvases, the melodies,
Or anything you put your soul into cannot fully describe her
She will take that phantom step into the real world
With chains still on her wrists
Just to observe you cry
Just to touch your scars You will stand on the edge of the abyss ready to jump
Without saying a word
Like your prisoner she will approach you
Uninvited and before she leaves without a warning
You will glimpse that painfully beautiful thing called happiness