Perpetually fastened to her canvas
Like a broken bird forever lingering on the ground
Talent circulating through her veins
Passion absent from her heart
Further hindered, when her art would not sell
No risk, personality dilute
Thinking generic would please society
Chemical aromas of acrylic paint making her nauseous
Chronic pressure and anxiety
Endlessly praying for positive reviews
She is a weak lapin,
Frantically trying to protect her enchanting soul
Longing for people to invest
Aspiring to once again fly
You have found a new way to express the universal feeling of the poet in us all. Great visual...
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This is one of the most beautiful pieces of work I have ever read. I was brought to tears while reading, it makes me think of my own personal struggle as an artist. The visuals in this piece jump out and fine refuge in my mind. This poem is beautiful and true, it has a raw energy as it exposes the pressure put on creativity and artistry, I am so lucky to have found this poem and hope that it reaches the eyes of many as it deserves, thank you for this beautiful piece of work.