comforting with color

I want to defend her, be with her, that little girl from the past. When she was on that day perplexed, when she thought she was wasting her time, how I wish I could go and be with her.. and reassure her.. that nothing was wasted. All blossomed later, in the form of colors and paintings and theorems and writings and embroidered conversations. I wish she had not suppressed those fleeting inspiration moments, for fear that they did not fit within those tightened boundaries set by people around her.