Raven Ink

And in absence of the crowd,
She found empty streets,
Dark windows,
Quiet,

So she danced,
Dipped her toes in raven ink,
And flung herself through the air,
Painting stories in her wake,

Laughing,
Singing,
Never realizing,
The beauty she had made,

So she left;
Climbed the steps of broken hearts,
And fell asleep in a bed of pain.

And when morning came,
She looked out the window,
And wondered at the masterpiece below her,
Saying to herself,
"If only I could create something that beautiful."

And so the days went,
And she wished to meet the artist,
Till one night,
Instead of returning to her room of Trauma,
She turned at the bottom step,
And watched the sunrise,
Then followed the path of ink,
And found her own two feet.