Missing.
Tripping.
Falling.
In and out
Of sweet Loving you.
I want to be enough.
Hold me.
Not too tight.
Don't let me run.
Never too far.
Precious devotion, tether me.
Red string around my hea
Artist.
It's what I am.
With pen in hand at least then I don't have to think
everything that makes my heart heavy is a million miles away.
Then the world is just lines-
color and shade.
I don't have to worry,
or care,
just draw.
Perfect line after perfect line.
I will weave my anxieties
and worries
into the digital fabric of my canvas
and move on.