snippets of thoughts, playful words
a hodgepodge of intentions
never meeting hands, feet, and brain
at the same time
a clutter of ideas and hopes
churning and simmering
boil over and become
a burnt offering of tasty intentions
swirls of thoughts
like colors on a palette
that never reach canvas
plans, hopes, ideas
great ideas
waiting for a brush stroke,
yearning to burst forth
into radiant strokes of beauty,
deep shades of passion,
contrasting with darker strokes
of fear, loss, and pain
I can’t. I won’t.
I feel overwhelmed,
trembling with excitement and hope,
mixed with fear.
What if
I make a mistake,
share an inappropriate thought,
get laughed at,
ridiculed, or criticized?
I must write and paint
words and colors deep within,
waiting to burst forth
from within my soul
onto the canvas before me.
Now, I must decide
whether to share this canvas
with you,
with others,
or keep it for my eyes only.
I must choose
to be or not to be
myself
on the canvas of life
with you
or
nothing at all
to you.
Precious Linda, c. 2012
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