ArtA Poem by N
To be an Artist is to give up everything you love for your work, to be unable to give up anything your work.
It's a disease,
no, it's worse,
it's the worse type of drug, more terrible than alcohol
There is no stopping it, no cure
It spreads around your soul, at first a shield, then it clings and sticks to you.
It's still a shield, yes, but now there's no getting rid of it
Even if you wanted to
And you don't
You never will
It's a punchbag, a place for you to channel your anger.
It's a lesson, a way for you to teach the world in the most complicated way
It's a discovery, of yourself that you never knew
It's terrible, it's frightening, it's terrifyingly horrid.
It's a whole nother world
Neither on Earth
Nor in Heaven
but somewhere in between
somewhere much more frightening
I think it's close to hell
I cannot be sure
But I think the path
must have gone right past the door
But it must have gone by Heaven too
For the angel's have taken it up
The innocent creatures
Have taken up a task so horrid
A task better left for us
And I know if you asked me to stop it,
If you put me through hell,
I would never give it up
I wouldn't be able
Because I love it
Love it more than I'll ever love any boy
any family member
It's something, no one who hasn't felt would ever understand
We love our work more than anything we've ever done
We love it
I love it
It's more than fun
It's more than a feeling
It's more than a hobby
It's more than me
© 2012 N
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