This will be short,
to the Artist inside us all
but especially to me,
and the Artist that I’ve been afraid to become.
I’ve been thinking.
with the current state of affairs, I know
how lucky I am
to have space even a few hours every day to make art.
I’ve decided, I know
that I want write, but I’ve been sick to my stomach,
afraid. I know
that I want
to express my soul with images
but I’ve been afraid.
I have assumed
that my words,
my heart, my way of seeing isn’t good
Whatever that means, really, what it comes down to ya’ll is simple
fear of failure,
fear of measuring against others,
fear of being different, and not in a good way, just
I’m going to start
dreaming. It is time to start
for myself, listening
to my own
aside fear for something better.
I’m going to revel in my own buzz.
But who’s the critic now? Creepy voices
in my head that say, most people aren’t even listening,
and to that I say, perhaps not
yet, and yup that’s
for now. I’m gonna
Just do it.
Stop being afraid