Resisting resistance, a journey to play

I have resisted play
I thought I should be an adult
Do things as everyone says you should do them
Work, work more, work until you fall over
Which I did
Time and time again

And now?
Now I am in bed because I have had exhausting days
I am surrounded by things
A journal, an art journal
A planner, some snacks and
A binder full of ideas

I know
That this is home, this chaos
This creativity
This intense play
The fire is back in my eyes
My fingers speckled with paint

I wear a lopsided grin
And plan more mayhem after
I finish writing this poem
Will it be ink? Paint?
Glue and paper?
The child in me bounces

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