“I weighed things up in my mind…” vervain
I look on at it.
Moved by my sentiment of
Its just a broken teacup.
merely spilt milk.
A tea towl, cleaning spray will fix this inconvenience
I look on at it. Not quite sure when the fear of inability became my creation .
Became the start of Depressive retardation setting in
This head ache could go away
I’ve painted over it in my mind
over and over
Then it would never have existed.
Nobody would know it was a hornets nest
This is not a painting.
This is reality.
I can’t make others pretend not to see
It never exsisted.
The power of denial
it makes us think life is stagnant
we can cover up with a single brush stroke.
Posted on Nov 3, 2017, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Life, Love, poems, POETRY, Relationships, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.