self
Patching up holes in “old” drywall,
Sanding down all that lies rough,
Painting over mistakes with white paint…
Left me with a “spot” of new.
Why is it that when I’m happy
They seem mad
Why is it when I smile
They look sad
I look in the mirror
And wonder if it’s me that they see
Trying to make it through
And get to the finish line
I feel like I’m going to pass out
But I continue and keep striving
By TD I keep my paint brush with me Where ever I may go In case I need to cover up So the real me doesn’t show I’m so afraid…
Read MoreBy TG At times I wonder, can I forgive myself? My past self would say, “If not you who else?” I want the courage to make vulnerable my heart But…
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