Renaissance Girl
By AriadneInLove

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She walked up to a poor stranger and said,
“You can do better.”
She lifted him from the ashes of his past
and took him home to safety.
She played him her greatest piano piece,
a masterpiece to shame the masters
and liven his heart
but looked at the marvel in his eyes
and said, “I can do better.”
She found only angels worthy of hearing her notes
So she learned to sing her prayers loud and proud
So not even heaven could escape her reach.
When the angels finally answered, she said,
“I can do better.”
So she learned to write to reach the humans,
The poor souls abandoned by the mind.
When their hearts begged her to tell them how to feel,
She felt the need in their eyes and said,
“I can do better.”
When writing got to be too dry, too cold and limited,
She painted her imagination on a colorful canvas.
The people marveled at her brilliance,
at the worlds she created with her hands.
When she saw the limits of her colors,
She turned to the masses and said,
in a voice loud enough to waken sleeping giants,
“I can do better.”
So she returned home
to the stranger who knew her too well,
trying to find the worlds she painted in his eyes.
But when she begged him to take her back,
To return to her that childish wonder,
He looked down at her manipulative eyes,
Her conjecturing smirk,
And told her,
“I can do better.”