Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms
she'd never digest to view any longer,
she slathered fresh hues to cover it
like poetry on blacked out and
struck out words on a rejected love letter
a poem for the new lover over the wounds left by another
the canvas regained a new soul without losing its texture
with no peels to be pulled apart from the dead layers
the canvas accepted it like a stability medium to embark a new journey
towards a heightened light source
the protagonist of the painting was yet to arrive
but the scene was set
not a happy yet not a sad one
just a new one
a better one
to welcome the overwritten sonnet
like a new fetus in a womb
that has shredded every month awaiting one for years
and been betrayed
She looks forward for the foreground that now rests in her mind
which will soon be transmitted onto the canvas
that once brought her sorrow
The suffering added a taste that the new ingredients could never have.