Desperate evenings like these
Bring along the necessity
Of reassurance
The need to sit down with a colouring book
And draw a road
Getting lost in the distance.
That road which leads to
A quieter childhood
And softer winters
One needs peace to draw a blue sky
Or a green field
Or a small house.
A house with a little child
With crayons strewn on the floor.
Colouring her anxieties away.
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