I Want to Paint Right
I thought I wanted to paint,
But I had two full days to do whatever I wanted,
And I did not do any painting, so I guess
I really did not want to.
Obviously not a priority.
My soul cannot be dismissed.
She says “let’s paint!” in a cheerful way.
It is difficult to ignore her, but I do.
Pain is keeping me hostage
Holding me back from all signs of happy.
I stay in my self-imposed stupor a bit longer,
Dreading the second this weekend is over
When I will feel regret for not living my life
The way I meant to when the weekend began.
“Let’s paint!” my soul says again.
I dive under the covers of a dark bed in a dark room.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019