A clear picture

   A clear picture. Drawn in black
and white. Tiny shades of gray sneak in.
Highlighting the essential parts.

  Did you see my smile crease over
my cheeks? Happiness pours down
into my pen. Shaky lines, not perfect,
are usable. Functioning to perform
a grand piece of art.

  Long, wide are the lines in the beginning.
Curves bend all over until the mind
ceases to see an open space. A splash
of yellow. A hint of blue. A radiant
red takes the stage.

  One line says it all. One word.
One look explains all of me. Are
you reading, listening to me? Hearing,
understanding that I am ready?

  Step forward. Take the leap.
Be that dominant red streak reckoning
to be seen.

  How can I not absorb? My
eyes, my mind are open. Listening. Waiting.

  I say it is okay to enter. To ask.

   Just needed time to apply
guidance. Accept what was offered
and jump for joy at opportunity
to show who I am now.

   All you have to do is knock and
entrance you may have.