Painting

You said

Get up darling,

what are you so afraid of?

Rejection?

That couldn’t hurt anymore

than what he did to you

Go on darling,

pick up that pencil

show me your troubles

What makes you laugh?

What makes your eyes crinkle up

when you think no one else is looking?

Will you paint it for me?

I want you to scribble it

Spread it out across that

canvas

make me weep

You are afraid darling

but brave

so valorous

You don’t know your power

until you pick up that utensil

and write your story