In the silence of a gallery
where colors dance and gleam,
where each stroke has meaning,
where reality clashes with a dream,

I see emotions displayed in frames
much like my own.
I see inner and outer war
but with hope—a hue of light shone.

The hues represent resilience
through each struggle in the past.
If only an artist could paint my life
and give me resilience to last.

Now in the gallery’s hush,
I’m reminded of grace—
that in chaos and struggle,
there is beauty I can chase.