Can you see it on me?

Can you see it on me?
It’s sticky, like the way powdered sugar sticks to my nose…
Very annoying…
My tongue can’t reach it to lick it off.

It’s making me cross-eyed…
Surrounding my muzzle like drifting fluff seeds…
Taking me from nowhere to nowhere.

The sugar is my past mistakes…
The version of who I no longer am…
It wants to make me stay focused…
On the sugar and not all my blessings around me.

With my eyes focused only on the sugar…
I’ll never know who I really am…
I’m kind of afraid of knowing…
There’s more sugar in there.

I need some kind of magic tool to wash the sugar away…
I think I may have found it…
But it is difficult to use…
It is the brush of compassion and forgiveness…

Yes, compassion and forgiveness for myself!

I love you,

Annie