Like brush upon canvas her stories do spell
Her life as keystrokes tap away and so tells
How mind over matters kept her imprisoned
But not so forever was her final decision
Her portraits paint truth and suffering moments
Yet in them their lays what use to torment
A gift all her own to shed and be freed
To share with her readers who stop and so read
Life lessons for all to immerse themselves in
Every word softly spoken where she had once been
In darkness at times where light failed to be
To come forth with an answer her need much indeed
Today tribulations and trails will birth writes
Of hers all alone or someone who might
Will bring comfort to them for she now does stand
With torch to light passage much so in demand