Traveling Artist

11/22/19

The blank canvas 
aches.

they said I could do
anything... ANYTHING

until one day
i learned anything but art

can't support yourself with that

confused 
questioning 
feeling my insides vanish
standing frozen
gasping for breath
veins closing 
muscles atrophying

maybe I was 9

the blank canvas
ached.

where would I go?

how could I be?

their fear
their unfulfilled dreams

stole mine. angry. 

the blank canvas
goes under
hiding in
someone else's picture
afraid to lose

LOVE

i lost mine




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