Dreams Shot Down Poem by Clare Mefferd

My empty canvas leads to frustration
Never thought I would be in this deep
Hopes and dreams crushed by humiliation
Their hurtful words keep me from my sleep

All this trouble only leads to distasteful works
Only I could ever truly understand
But if I dig deep down and find my perks
Many simple ideas come to hand

I paint all night not taking a single break
I know I can prove them wrong this time
Even though my hand starts to ache
They'll soon understand their faults, their wrongs, their crime

I am finished with something different
I am nervous, but I know I'll be understood
I know it will be something brilliant
I step back, examine - and they said I wasn't good