"Long Day"

(artist unknown) 

She doesn't know it, but her life is a painting

The walls of her home are on display 

The chipped teacups and plates, reimagined as authentic and quaint

Aristocrats study the pattern of her curtains and solemnly nod, "Must be a metaphor..."

The riffraff look at the stains on the hardwood floor and shrug "Had those before..."

She's on tiptoes, her darkened soles exposed

Arms thrown up high, head tossed back.. she appears to dance

Some say she's on the cusp of yawning 

But she is reaching...for something unseen,

Uncaptured, unwritten, beyond the picture 

She doesn't see the beauty of her own life

Is taking two steps at a time to get to the other side of her painting

She doesn't know she's in one

The greatest painting in the world wasn't the Mona Lisa, but Da Vinci's face while he painted it:

Uncertain, frustrated, unaware of the greatness that eminated out of his fingers.