Clueless Ink

If it makes sense to you,

Even if you cry, you plead, you lose your mind,

Do it.

I had my family’s art,

their stories, their hands in mine.

I could turn some part of my pain into something.

You might not have that.

And that’s okay.

You don’t have to make anything.

You’ll find something else,

something that shows you

it does make sense,

in your head,

in your choices.

If what you feel is real to you,

that’s more than enough.

Hold it close,

or let it go.

It’s yours.

You are the maker.

You are the art.

The true you.