Painting with Dandelions

I don’t have good words every day. Sometimes, it takes all my strength just to get this pen to slide across the paper.

It’s like trying to ice skate in baseball cleats.

It’s like trying to erase a whiteboard with sandpaper.

It’s like polishing silver with gravel.

It’s like trying to get a three-legged horse to jump over a fence.

It’s like reading a book with no spaces in between the words.

It’s like using a dandelion as a paintbrush.

It’s like trying to come up with a metaphor to describe how you feel and coming up with five that are okay before creating a sixth that nails it, and even then, did I nail it?