We suffer for our art.

The weather is nice again today. I am looking forward to going for a walk later. My head hasn’t been right the past few days. A lot of stuff is going on, both good and bad. One of the most important things to me, though, was getting this blog out on time. With that, here is a poem.

We suffer for our art

We suffer for our art, we artists

Everyday

We suffer for our art

As it sits there on a time delay

I suffer most days

As I face the blank page

As I fail to engage

And thus begins the outrage

But that must mean something

It must mean I care

It must mean there is still

A fire within my soul right there

I hope you aren’t suffering. For your art or otherwise. I hope you enjoyed the nice weather today. Thank you for reading and for your time.