A Beautiful Mess

I glance around,
Uh oh,
My desk is a mess.
My house is a mess.
My thoughts are a mess.
Am I a mess?
Is my life a mess?

Look past the mess,
Please find me.
The soul inside,
That lives, that beats,
Creates and loves.

My soul is a painter
Painting love,
In every person
Painting care,
In all I do.

The various colors
Of life.

My soul creates,
It blends.
It’s beautiful

Have you ever seen,
A painters workshop?

It can be messy.
Because it’s a process.

My soul is a builder
Building relationships
Building hope
Building others
Belief in themselves.

Have you ever seen
A half built building?

It can be messy.
Because it’s in progress.

Inside my soul
Remains my youth
Playful, excited.
Loving life.
Learning new things
Every day.
With enthusiasm.

Have you ever seen
A child’s playroom?

It can be messy,
While she is playing.

Yes, I am a mess.
But now you know why.
Life’s a process,
A work in progress.

Constantly:
Creating,
Building,
And Learning.

Yes,
My life's a mess.
And I wouldn’t
Want it to be
Any other way.

Yes, it’s a mess.
But, look carefully,
Look further,
It’s a beautiful mess!

The possibilities are
Endless.