Releasing Pressure
In the
shade, I sit
10/5/2019
Waiting for
the bell to ring
Always
expecting
Uncomfortable
change
Yet
remembering that
Miracles are
already here
The sky
shines blue
With more
clarity
Than a
painting could wish
I distract
myself
With snacks
Feeling the
pressure
Of my
creative process
I need to be
honest
Stop trying
to say
What I think
others want to hear
My obsession
with uplifting
Weighs me
down
To the
shyest version of myself
I don’t know
who I am
Beyond all
the characters
I’ve come to
play
Perhaps I
could be
A bell
ringer
Reminding
everyone –
but mostly
myself:
The time is
now
10/5/2019
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