Dust off these pages.
You know acceptance comes in stages.
It's not a wave, it is a stream that trickles up your spine and branches out between.
Your chest that's caving.
And all the anger you've been saving.
O today I am a canvas in your hallway going yellow in the sun.
And when you're done with me,
O set me out to dry on your apartment balcony.
And I'll coagulate and you'll watch colors crack on fabric
And you'll love what you create
And you'll know right then that you're.
You're capable of good.