Art

My ink comes from blood and tears.  

Art

Art
Art is creative
Art is personal
But where does it come from?

Strokes on a page
This is my art.

It comes from the glimmer of light
The power within
The persistent fear
And the heart.

It comes from the hunger of knowledge
The insidiousness of words
The trickery of rhetoric
And the foolishness of love.

It comes from the shattered mirrors
And the broken child
And the shredded hope
Heartbreak.

It comes from death
And fright
And yearning
From the broken soul.

It comes from clear water
Tall trees
The sun, sky, moon
And tainted homes.

It's beautiful
It's loved

I cringe
I cry

Art
It comes from me
And is only for you.