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

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