Tell us they said the secret of art
I said, Art is my escape
It shifts me to a happy place
Helps me get through my dark days
soothes all pain.
if not at all present
Then life feels as though all is lost
And writing is what I love most
When I cannot deal no longer ,
It helps me cope
The painful raw emotions felt then processed.
Giving room for what grieves me to speak
Maybe speak of hope that maybe lacking,
slow down thoughts that could be racing
and so i scribble, without holding back
Letting myself feel sad to feel everything
And write it all till I feel nothing
Nothing to draw me back or leave me stuck in the darkest of places
It is a balm to my weary soul
It is my medicine
Then he said , art saved him
To be able to channel feelings on a simple canvas, exhilarating
When in drought sketching anything was worth the rain.
When he felt like he could give up on life
art gave the answers needed by a single hand
capturing the very raw emotions felt,
Every shade connecting with his inner thoughts
And as he mixed the blend of colors and painted eventually feeling that life can never be dull
Elegantly concluding that it was worth it
after Perfectly making a masterpiece
Then they said , art saved us
What company of friends and family couldn’t give
The moon and stars in the galaxy did impart
Since holding the power to brighten the dark corners of the night
Teaching simple hearts to praise the night
The feeling of peace and awe engulfs them,
And in pain they weren’t no more
The moonlight is soothing they said
Sometimes when in pain, staring into the moon’s glowing face is euphoric.
talking to it , to have it have a share of the pain
As it is lonely just like they are, to some degree it could understand
As it never gives up on us, there’s no need to give up on life
the greater meaning of its existence hence derived
It was gods art
That he creates for us
So that we could appreciate life