"Grace in Red"
Beneath the folds of shadowed hue,
A quiet strength comes shining through.
Her gaze, a mirror—soft yet deep,
A soul awake while others sleep.
The flowers bloom, both wild and frail,
Their petals whisper a fragile tale.
Yet lines of red, both bold and stark,
Bleed courage through the muted dark.
In charcoal whispers, grace takes form,
A tranquil eye within the storm.
And streaks of red like veins that flow,
Speak of a fire few ever know.
She stands, a portrait of the fight,
Between the dark and vibrant light.
In her, the bloom of life's refrain
A testament to joy and pain.
Charcoal and acrylic on card
