BLOTCHES by Tom Jensen
I return to my most
Favorite familiar place
The empty canvas
Of a fresh new page
This clean and blank slate
As I can write happy things
Oh joy!
Hiding from where you
Can’t see my face
Oh boy!
Because if you could
Then you would
See my paper fill
With blotched ink stains
Left from when
The ink of my pen
Mixed with tears that ran
Down upon my face
From when I failed to abstain
From crying in fear most often
While most people are
Deathly afraid of dying
I’m scared of living
While not being given
A chance to make a mistake
And then proceed to learn from it
A chance to turn my words into deeds
A chance to be there and care
For you and all of your needs
Not to have you say from afar
I’ve gained your trust and love
I want the chance to really earn it