Take Back Your Brushes

Before You Arrived
You Chose
The Chrysalis

Into Which
You Wished
to Squeeze

The Light That
Is You,

With a Plan
to Emerge and
Spread Your Wings

Beneath an
Artist’s Smock,
Pockets Stuffed with
Paints and Brushes,

Ready to Fill
a Gallery,
Bearing Your Name,
with Your
Flights of Fancy.

But It May Be That

Your Brushes
Were Seized by
Prison Guard Parents or
Indoctrinating Instructors or
Preachers with Holy Handcuffs
on Their Bible Belts,

Who Persuaded You
to Surrender
Your Easel and Palette,

Put a Padlock on
The Gallery of
Your Daydreams.

It’s Not
Too Late.

The Key Is Still
In Your Pocket.

(Photo by Ekaterina Novitska; UnSplash)