I Sit with my Jealousy as you walk by.
I Assume you’re Carefree with each of your Painless steps.
I See you Sip your freshly Blended iced coffee.
I Mix colorful paint.
I Drag the Brush across the Leather.
I leave Designs that are Pleasing to me.
I Sit with Desperation to Walk.
I am Painting My Kicks.
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2 responses to “Painting My Kicks”
As you know, no one is carefree. It’s so good that you put this out so you could look at it. Everyone has demons and you are getting over yours.
This is a powerful poem. This will help me inquire what others are going through