Crayon in HandA Poem by C Peril
You made happy pictures out of crayon.
Imperfect. But bold. Red suns with brilliant golden rays. Happy girls and ice cream cones. Blue oceans with leaping whales. The sound of giggling, your legs running, taking you to a bigger canvas, but also, a more arduous task. You're aware of the people seeing back. The watching, judging. And suddenly the colours are a little more grey. There's more deliberation. Consideration. But we never stop to ask the question. When did this become about someone else? © 2024 C Peril |
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Added on January 2, 2024 Last Updated on January 2, 2024 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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