Portrait of An Artist

Trails of paint flood the once blank canvas

Waves of colour that crest and wane

Creating a scintillating memory

That seeps and hardens to soldify – My Story

Sweeping swirls scream sadness

Rugged ripples reflect rage

Pain is mapped with a brush slaked in experience

Strokes wild with abandon or tempered in torture – My Life

After the heated agony of voiding one’s soul

For all the world to see in its vivid creativity,

The artist can withdraw to the recesses of darkness

Until the need to slash the chest and bare a beating heart – Again.


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