saslou

The canvas is poised and ready to go
The brushes eagerly awaiting their command
The colours with their poignant status
Aware they will create something astounding

The artist eerily stares into the void of whiteness
Anticipating a strong emotion
Thus the feeling can come alive on canvas

The canvas remains a blank
Self doubt has emerged
Optimism dwindles
Just like raindrops that cling to the sodden leaves
The artist reminisces of once expressive art

The inspiration is no longer
The seeds of doubt are set
What are lies, what are truths?
Why should one even believe
That something amazing could of been created

So i walk away from my canvas
feeling deflated and bludgeoned
Time to pursue over dreams
Today i was not meant to create something beautiful

Today i was meant to feel .. inadequate

I am not an artist
I am just someone who believes ......