I chose to sketch (and paint) my inner censor, then use its description as a writing prompt.
My rough draft (because I’m working on getting okay with sharing them):
I imagined my Censor as a many armed thing. It wears my wedding ring on one tentacle, a watch on another. In the grip of one flange is a bottle of bubbles and in that bottle the mom I’m supposed...the mom I want to be.Perhaps there is a mop in one tentacle and a set of car keys in another. Two weigh the difference between a teacher’s Apple and a stack of textbooks, they fail to find a balance. The last one is empty and placed across my mouth. I have named my critic Samctimony.
And another- not necessarily final- draft:
MANY-FLANGED SANCTIMONY
Around one tentacle, stretching long
Sings a ticking timepiece song
To another feebly clings
A pocked and tarnished wedding ring
In the next, child's bubble wand
And four children of whom I’m fond
Mop in one flange, unstick the floors
When that’s finished, chores galore
Tossing car keys to and fro
This one bellows, “Time to go!”
One long tentacle dials my phone
“Call them all before they’re gone!”
One is measuring when I look
the gap ‘twixt reading and teaching books
One last tentacle holds a key
Placed to my lips, it shushes me
The critic inside, no one trick pony
I will call her Sanctimony