When I was young,
I'm afraid to draw in
a white canvas.
Afraid to smear dirt on it.
Afraid to even try to draw a line.
Afraid, just afraid.

When I got brave
enough to draw a line.
I tried to draw at the back of
every calendar leaves that
my Mom tears down.
Afraid, still afraid.

When I got old enough
to be adventurous in life.
I bought pencils,
colored ones to try putting
colors in my drawings.
Afraid, very afraid.

Until One day,

I don't want to
draw anymore.

Not even a line.
Not even a dot.

I got broken.