I refuse to be down in the dumps Caf.
I don’t care if my face is falling apart.
I don’t care if my legs work.
I don’t care if my course will have to wait till next year.
I don’t care if I am cursed.
I don’t care if everything hurts.
(well, obviously I care but I’m overcoming here)
I decided to indulge in some lazy art. Well, not that lazy, cause it took me a while to draw little Kymmy here…but it’s recycled writing and computer colouring…
Little Kymmy is blushing a little cause she’s shy from the attention, but pleased at being discovered. She’s smiling cause she has a secret…she knows she has something special inside and she’s just so pleased that someone is watching…that someone will see her.
It’s a poem a wrote a long time ago, when a friend helped me realise things were going to be ok, by really doing not much more than just being there. It’s called Noticed. I’ve given it some fresh attention because I owe my sanity to a lot of caring people right now.
So thanks, Audy.
Love & Trying real hard here’s,