Poem 42: A Statement


I am an artist.


Four words combined

That felt like a belch

Building in my chest

For decades.


Moving slowly into my throat,

Burning painfully;

Acidic and turbulent,

Until I typed it.


Releasing with it torrents

Of swiftly moving energy

Transforming fear into

Currents of love.


I am not afraid.

I am an artist.


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