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The Paintbrush

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This is a poem I came across back in June of 2010. I thought it appropriate to post it here. Are there times when you say or do things and you wish you hadn’t? I know I have. Making blunders can foster uncertainty, and fear, if you allow them.

The Paintbrush

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.

 I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do – that
you might laugh or say mean things.
I’m afraid I might lose you.

I’d like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.

 So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
to let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
and if you still love me with all that you see,
you are my friend, pure as gold.

 I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case someone doesn’t understand.

 So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

Author is believed to be Bettie B. Youngs; I don’t remember where I found the poem, but I did enjoy it. What do you think about the thoughts she expressed?

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