Broken Crayons Again
Scribble on the walls
with chaotic lipstick,
or maybe tag
with fine graffiti markers;
Make it nasty
or keep it classy;
Pure untamed spirit
with all of those wild colors;
It doesn’t need clarity
just some sincerity
to imprison an emotion
in an artistic penitentiary;
Led by a compass
back to where it all started;
Innocence and broken crayons
blend softly into art again.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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