Morning Meds; 10 4 21
I painted a picture as I awoke.
I painted it with thought.
I used the palette from yesterday
filled with stale paint.
Spoke it to life with my belief
that this day would be the same.
Having finished it with fine detail
I blindly stepped inside.
Not realizing that what I had painted,
was where I would spend my day.
(Our thoughts become the landscape we choose to live our lives in.)