Releasing Pressure

In the shade, I sit
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



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