Petals
Sisyphean
Although my heart is full, My head feels empty. As tears fall from my eyes like petals I know I can be grateful because there are still flowers growing. Yet once my head gets through this And the flowers are in full bloom, My heart can withstand All the challenges at hand. It may take a day, It may take years, But the key is growth And even some tears, For flowers grow Not only by the sun. They grow by being watered Which can only happen when rain clouds appear.
I am an artist, That comes with some faults, For I’m also an addict. Two things, at odds.
PARIS WALLACE
EMERALD GREENE
My tools of the trade, Also my weapons of war. Turn them out, they create. Turn them in, they hurt. I enter the battle, Of a studio space, Weave around relapse, Try to create. Dodging saws, Evading sanders, Skirting torches and blades. Attempt an art piece Without losing my way. Finally done. Yet far from over. A piece isn’t finished, Without a border. Mats to be cut, Frames to be made. More chance for slip-ups, More chance for mistakes.
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FishHook
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