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
Éloa 