I've always yearned
Of being with an artist
Dreaming of becoming
Inspiration for their projects
Let them see through me
Use me as a lens
Take me as their muse
Help them create some grace
That artist never came
I was never their Rose
Sun nor Moon
So I decided I was done
The wait should be over
And the time had come
I would be the artist
I would bring the talent
I will use myself
I'll be my own muse
To paint, and sculpt, and write
I was plenty enough
I would make the world see me
In all of my glory
How strong and beautiful
How courageous I am
Let me show them
How I love myself
I don't need anybody
Else they would fail
The struggle has lasted
But so has my patience
I've become the artist
With myself as inspiration
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoesiaScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
