Muse

In colors vivid, a canvas bright, 

Frida's spirit dances, a fierce light. 

With strokes of sorrow, joy entwined, 

Her pain, a mirror, our hearts aligned. 

A heart adorned with thorns, yet bold, 

Through brokenness, a story unfolds. 

Each brush a whisper, each hue a sigh, 

In every line, the strength to defy. 

Resilience blooms in the garden of grief, 

Her wounds unmasked, a source of relief. 

From the ashes of struggle, beauty takes flight, 

In the depth of her darkness, she sparks our own light. 

Oh, how we resonate with her flame, 

In the mirror of pain, we find our name. 

Her laughter, a song, in the depths of despair, 

Reminds us that love is forever laid bare. 

With every creation, we stitch our own seams, 

Finding solace in art, in unraveling dreams. 

For in Frida’s journey, we gather our might, 

To dance with our shadows, to reach for the light. 

So here’s to the spirit that leads us to live, 

In the tapestry woven with all that we give. 

Through struggles, we flourish, like blossoms in rain, 

Inspired by Frida, we rise from our pain.