From time to time, as courage visits, I will post a poem I have written. Here is the first…

Broken palette

The mistake
was in holding my breath.
Aware this tattoo
of blending our journeys
would hurt the most.
Coaxing courage
for the unseen art
of creating.

I held a vision.
Then forgot
I owned the eyes.

Ink was mixed
of history,
laughter,
tears.
The color black.

I believed
in the perfection
of uncertain efforts.
Waited
for the burn of new.
Gave in
to this absurd process.

Time made the transfer brittle.
It did not translate well
to the contours
of my heart.

Now
etched permanence.
Scars of forgetting
to exhale into the present.
The sting
and adrenalin
of acceptance.