Finger paint

I must tell the outside world and the inside of my—

Tired adult disabled body and mind that

I allow myself to take up space exactly as I am———

 

 

 And __the space I take up is beautiful___________

 

 

 

 

  Like when I was a four-year-old with finger paint

 

Mistakes and tragedies of my own

  Already bourn upon my little shoulders— but now forgotten——

 

 

 As the colors move about wildly

 

Can you see?

I’m smiling at you

 

I allow MYSELF take up SPACE —and the space I take up is beautiful——————-

 

 

 

I was never particularly good at following schedules or plans or programs

That kind of thinking leads me to fail at perfectionism

 Spectacularly

Miserably

 

And I should never ask questions if I already know the answer and

Don’t want to be told by anyone else

No good will come of that

 

 

 

So, the only way to survive is by

Taking my own time

To create and smile at my life

Like finger paint 