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

10/5/2019