M.S.

I wish you knew why I create

 

You said when I was younger I would cry in my room,

and you would come to me.

I would not go to you.

That says a lot about who I am now,

running into the cornfields to face suppressed emotions.

 

This is me

turning my cold shoulder away from you

trying to be the hard worker you see

trying to hold onto the elegance that I admire in you

 

I write my thoughts down

because when I write,

I am writing to you.

 

 

 

I wish you knew

how disappointed I feel in myself

for not being the artist, you think I can be.

 

You sat with me many nights at the kitchen table

coloring in my books. My confidence

in being an artist was never as strong as your belief in me.

 

Here I am in your space,

wearing my passion on my feet.

You were never the emotional one.

I think I make up for the both of us.

 

 

 

You both know how much I hate failing.

 

Being your daughter,

I have laughed more than I have cried.

 

I love you. I am trying.