Grown Up

Grown Up

Grown Up
Snapped sharp.
Shock hit me hard
against the wall of
your green bright room.
My painting funny and wild,
a canvas of my cheeky self….
Nothing but fun and frolics
in my mind, you in a few miserly words
dashed it hard against the text books
of you precious training.
What a gift you gave me!
I woke up…..
grew up…..
and now I get up to speak my
courageous, fire-filled, passionate mind.
Enough.
No more paying your mortgage, mate.

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