My Feelings About Coloring or Sitting Around Wasting Time  

I force myself to try,
injured and unable to drive
or go outside, I find
pencils, markers, gel pens
and mosaic coloring books
from my child’s childhood.  

Then, I sit at the dining room table
and color.  I feel guilty.
I feel embarrassed.  I feel
disgraced by myself
and my brokenness.
Swimming in sin, I color  

for hours. And I don’t stop
after the first day, I do it again.
I even enter a picture in a coloring
contest. I win a coloring book.
I am hooked until it’s time
to learn how to walk again.