I was was blank
clear slate
open to the world
As the first marks
we’re drawn
the more I
longed
for the full
picture
Mark me up!
write the world
cover all the
blank, blanc
with , marks
of all sizes
shapes
and colors
intentions
understandings
and knowledge
fill this canvas
fill this canvas!
dots were connected
circles closed
patterns emerged
as the image
began to grow
a moment of
clarity
I can see what
this is
supposed to be
but hold on
Please!
stop marking
upon me
because for
a moment
I could see
everything
or so i thought
as i become more
and more
and more
and so so
oh so lost
Goodness
slow, down
stop
i’m so lost
too many
connections
on too
many levels
pictures that
I can’t differentiate
too much
to sift through
I’m frustrated
confusion turns
to hate
careful
animosity is
costly
when patience
is need
in understanding
as I’m bombarded
walls erected
become more
guarded and
selective
of information
to extrapolate
internalize
rework
take time
to understand
reverse
and create