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.