Curse of creating

anger joy despair are universally felt

so it’s only fair

that art cannot exist without emotion

your tears spill over the canvas

brushstrokes of blood seep so deep

you drain yourself dry to show them

to connect

in hopes that someone will understand that the sea you painted is made up from the same tears as theirs

when you release all your cares

and the fear of being vulnerable

to be humble

in the comfort of true understanding