Years ago I
sat still, watching and observing.
Blank page and pencil in hand I
Sketched the mundane to try to find the goodness and God within.
My eyes searched every line
and I lost myself in nooks and cranny’s,
trying to be found.

I yearned for escape
I worked on everything, paid attention to EVERYTHING but the ONE thing where my touch was actually needed.
But I was so far gone from you then, 
I can’t even remember when I left.

I knew
Drawing on the one thing that would make you leave,
Would be the only thing to bring peace.

I haven’t sketched since.