Nightshade

~~Nightshade

She flew in on a nightshade
Thought life had made her mid-grade
till she took up her pen
and sang like a wren
and now they call her Tirade.

She didn’t stop there
But twizzled her hair
And with brush in hand
She painted the land
Like someone that had no care.

Letting go it had cost
As the dreams had got tossed
And she hung up her life
When she was only a wife
Creative force all but lost.

In the meantime turned grey
She will tell you, okay,
I thought I was done
But am now having fun
Will never surrender, ‘NO WAY’.