Dear Art
Dear Art
In my vains I feel you,
In my heart I hear you,
In my nose I breathe you,
In my life I live you.
Behind the closed doors
You know all my secrets
Together we burn pages
Ashes to ashes we bury my pain,
I ink and you whisper,
Sometimes I cry and you have your own ways to make me smile again.
On stages we met
The beast in me unleashed,
Perplexed I wonder
Who is this creature in me?
So brave, so strong and talented,
Eye-I for an eye-I I look at them
They awe at this peculiar
Intangible me they new to see.
Am completely new
But amazing, I tell myself
And for that I shine.
Not better than anyone
Just better for everyone.
I wish they knew that on stage I am one
My depression, stress, pain and happiness
All together for those few minutes I call my own.
Only sweat hide my tears,
Am better for everyone
Not better than anyone.
#thelivingpoet
Copyright © Maphatlalatse Masta Rj | Year Posted 2022
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