My precious daughter is losing her fight , I can see the way her light is flickering out of hope .

She so talented you see .

A painting she drew of a world her mind grew were she could dance in a field of roses .

She doesn’t see her potential .

That is just a brush stroke dear I know your struggling to see past the dam of colour .

But I can see the finished painting relishing in glory .

Surely you just need to take a breath allow the healing to begin , paint away the stress so you can let your body rest .

The fear is an unsettling sensation but let me be clear this isn’t your final destination !