Two pretty pencils; one red, one yellow
Sitting in a jar right in my view
Reacquainted with them last Sunday
Like an old player out of practice
Found them doodling, gliding across the page
not in angry haphazard mazes
but colors of a full blown spring
Tips pointing, not towards you not towards me
but upwards like a bird preparing for flight
Creating and recreating
not boxes to contain
but wings to fly
2B, 6B, 1H, 4H, HB
hard or soft worked just fine
Fell in love with pencils again
They still draw
not lines but words.
It’s amazing to to make peace with things you thought you will never be able to look at again. One does found love again. Just keep looking for the light and once you find it, keep following it. Perspectives do change. Hang in there! 🙂 Love n Peace.
BitterSweet 