Imperfect

Photo by Me

Words writhe on my tongue

My fingers fight to unleash 

The itch, ache and burn 

of prophecies pilfered 

Compromise reached 

Syllables swirl in paint

My voice is muffled 

My vision is found 

©04/15/2020

 

*I took art classes for many years but never once touched paint.  I haven’t a clue what I am doing — but perhaps I need permission to be imperfect in some part of my life.