Let her hand fly across the canvas
Painting her pain in shades of innocence.

Don’t strive to still those brush strokes.

When she is done
When she comes up for air

Give her a new canvas

Don’t quiet her voice while it is small and fragile.

Those words are precious, and you will miss them when they are gone.

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