I realize day in & out
that a power gets feeble within
when most beautiful things un-prosper
& most delightful hopes spur-down.
It agitates my fear of lasting,
those beautiful most, are brevity.
I once had a feeling most sanguine.
now it enervates me, all nights i sleep.
I live wih a code,un-deviated.
faith is rewarded, earnesty grows fruit.
though life wear me out every second,
day by day, hour by hour, i count.
There’s a graveyard of dreams i pass,
some die at gates, others dint last.
I learn my lesson with every step.
those who din’t quit may only pass.
There’s a cruel test to an artist.
& a torrent of opinions hold you.
& most dear people leave you.
There’s a journey most difficulty drawn.
I am a poet.
I am a sketcher.
I am dancer.
I am a writer.
I am an artist, an evangelist,an idea & a dream.
I will prevail.
~Dedicated to all people who have a fight against the common notions.The journey towards art is daunting and needs a great will power to endure.you can tag your artist friends in this,most welcome.
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