As An Artist
As an Artist
I have faced a canvas burning bright
All of it empty
All of it white
As an Artist
I have felt the fear
Of being unable to fulfill
The visions I hold dear
As an Artist
I have wondered long
What is my reason?
What is my visual song?
As a struggling Artist
What is it that I really want to say?
What is my true purpose
Why am I here today?
(November 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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