Before you,
I drew a self portraits
within my boarders
in colours I thought others
wanted to see.
Then you came along and
scribbled all over me in
every shade you could find.
Lines were no limits under
your zigzags.
Sometimes my heart screams
under the weight of the pressure
under all these layers
i’m discovering.
The me I always was but never knew
I could love completely until
I met you.
I like colouring in together.
You’re a much better artist anyway.
Words: ‘From One Mom to a Mother’ poetry book
Artwork: @amyshuckburghart
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