Evolving Into Myself

Some enjoyed stealing my joy, squelching my light I let them because I was young, and I thought worthless They made fun of my talents, calling me names So, I hid them, thinking naysayers were smarter than I. That’s a part of feeling worthless. When I became a mother, things changed. I was surrounded by tiny beings who loved me. They were my orbits, and I was their sun. I ventured out a bit, risking a slice or two of the real me. Others did not make fun of me, they seemed to relate. When I became a grandmother one of my new chicks changed me. She begged me to use a canvas. I had bought them for her. She was the talent; who was I? She would not let up, so I decided to waste one. My life changed with my first painting, now confidence parades my truth.