I lay in my bed with a tissue
Pressure, I remind myself
Pressure makes the twinkling of this homemade fairy dust simmer down
It leaves the paint to dry
And my masterpiece at rest
I'll see it again in the morning
And for a while after that
Until the oceans waves reach out yet again
Taking my art along with it
Sometimes it leaves some footprints behind
I'll treasure them as if gold
It's my gold, I made it
With pride, guilt, and shame
My art is punishment yet reward
It's what I dread yet I need it
This is what it means to be an artist
