This Art
It’s getting harder and harder to write it all down.
Make art, make anything,
Because the world is awful right now.
It’s hard to create, or know what to say.
To do something great,
When every damn day,
It feels like we’re being ground down.
But we’re trying to wake up with a smile,
Not a frown.
The thing is, this art,
It can be a great healer.
It’s relief to spill ink,
To take time to think
About rhyming and scansion
And relieving the tension.
Sometimes the things we create,
They resonate.
Someone else smiles.
They sit down for a while with this thing you made.
So make art,
Write something.
Draw it and smudge it.
When it feels like the world’s gone to shit,
When you’re powerless,
Maybe, just maybe,
You can do this.
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