Though I can see the faultlines,
I can choose
to also view the brightness in between;
I can even choose to color
outside the lines,
to break the crayon,
peel away its paper skin,
feel the waxy smoothness
coloring my fingertips,
turn the crayon on its side
and scribble streaks of joy
across the page,
obscuring someone else's image
of what I'm supposed to draw
and creating a life of my own,
a balance of my own.
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