As I sit and stare at my awaiting canvas,
Thoughts race throughout my mind.
I wince as I start designing.
And the pain slowly fades away.
Anxiety turns to peace,
The voices grow quiet.
I enjoy it the best I can,
For reality sinks it too quickly.
I lay there in tears,
And welcome the newly added scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem