Waking up in a brand new day I grab my paint brush only to find my canvas carries the residue of…..

Yesterdays’ Tears


Yesterdays’ tears stain the mind like blood on fabric-

“I Can’t erase the images!”

I can’t get the stain of pain-


Of this moment came scares that still haunt my dreams filling the cup of anxiety until it run’s over,

Cresting the banks of today staining another moment–

If I let them….