The Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid: 2

Paint

You pick up the paintbrush

Intent on creating

create create create

you chant in your mind

gather it all

dip your brushes into the swirling paint

stare at the blank canvas

what can I create?

a single line across the canvas

the colors start to blend

the reds and pinks and yellows

they flow together to create small blooms of color on the page

drip together with the water on the page

run the small flowers into streaks of color on the page

it's lost it's meaning

but the colors are still there

and eventually they will dry

and you will forever enjoy the painting you made

-a poem on painting