each day I sit
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.
a waste of time?

all around me are walls
white walls
with white floors,
doors, even handles.

someone said “go”
do what you want
it is up to you?

is it?
what about family, friends?
do they have a say?
is it ours or is it mine?

I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.

the walls could be colorful,
theatrical, hospital
they could be anything.

what about furniture?
art deco, victorian, modern,
even goodwill eclectic.

I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.

finally, I pick up a paint brush
but what color?
it will define my life,
it will define me

I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.

then I decide
slow, easy, don’t overdue it.
so I ask, how is it?
do you think it will be ok?

they say “sure, fine,
just HURRY, do something”
what are they really thinking?
I stop.

I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder

I start again
this time I tell no one
only those closest to me
supporters without judgement
criticism that aides
people I trust.

I create, I build, I live

What happened to the
white room?

-Jennie Nawrocki