On Art

Turning inside out for the art world.
Entrails, sweat and gore.
I expose myself: I am laid bare,
Everything I am, and more.

I’m scared my art could destroy me.
I’m scared I’ll destroy the world.
I’m scared I have no talent,
I’m scared I’ll be ignored.

I’m scared I’ll never be free ,
To live, to explore the world.
This is NOT what I expected,
Am I wasting my time?

 

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