Paint All of Your Secrets

Copyright 2018 Clary Can I paint all of your secrets with a waterfall of words? As you open every window screaming to be heard As I pull apart the pieces of your badly mangled heart As I separate the tangled strands that tell me who you are. Can I wash out all the shades of

Me

I forget myself sometimes. Forget that I am not just a mom, a wife, a sister, or a daughter. I’m not just the referee of remotes, the apology police, or the kisser of boo-boos. I am me. I’m not just the cooker of meals, the cleaner of snotty noses and sticky fingers, the fixer of