From Mess to Masterpiece
At times my life’s a mess
Some mornings, I confess
I mentally attack
Myself for my sore lack
Before I’m up and dressed
At times my life’s a mess
I drive myself insane
Accused of being lame
I learned that when I
paint
To not despair or faint
At time’s my paint’s a
mess
But turns to loveliness
With each of paintbrush
swish
I reach the goal I wish
I’ll pray through times of
stress
The times my life’s a mess
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