Today’s artwork and poem is about overthinking.
The Artwork: Brain vs. Body
The Poem: If I Can Follow My Heart
Doubt grows like a thorn
on this barely blossoming
self-belief I’m poking &
prodding under a microscope.
Look – already wilting, already dying
in the face of to-dos & never-haves
I knew it wouldn’t last, I knew
it couldn’t stay against the graying
guesswork, conjectures & projections
of the past. It’s all too much.
I’m finding this newness is too delicate
for that. It needs to be cupped
in the palms like water, gazed into
softly and without demands ,
felt like a pulse, followed
like a heartbeat…
For if I can follow my heart
it doesn’t matter if the path
is wide or narrow, paved
with gold or covered in mud
if I can follow my heart,
I will hear the birds sing
the dawn into being
its sun pulling me forward
if I can follow my heart,
fading blue ribbons & nutmeg pies
fragrant in deep ditches
won’t lull me back to sleep
if I can follow my heart,
a new way of being unfurls before me
and my fear becomes a shadow
behind me, growing ever smaller.