Painted Skies

a Poem by Raquel Swann

Looking up at painted skies,

With painted eyes

Inside these walls

She tells them lies

Is it for their good?

Or simply parenthood

To live her truth

She wished she could.

Watching departing ships

With painted lips

When she tries to leave

Her boat always tips.

A day will come

A shock to some

She will be brave

And no longer run

Dancing in silk and lace

With painted face

Someday there’ll be someone

She could embrace.