APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 9

Nine

Once again tremors wracked through my arms
And I colored outside the proverbial lines
Eliciting scorn from the perfect world around me
Branding me with shame and
reproach
Then came spring with a brand new canvas
A chance at redemption or to quit on my own terms
I tried so hard to do it right
It took way longer than before to ruin the canvas
I'm no good at painting yet
So I do not give up
Because in a little while
Spring will be here again
Along with it a brand new canvas
To be ruined by me ... again

~RC