The Artist

I’ll never be the artist I see myself to be The whimsical talent Of those of the past Speak to me Yet I cannot define my talent About the easel I’ll never be the artist I see myself to be As I continue to attempt All my passion into the canvas Layer by layer Color by color Still I see failure I’ll never be the artist I see myself to be For I’ve even the time To devote To one thing That brings me An eternal comfort I’ll never be the artist I see myself to be So longing for the art To take presence Upon the blank canvas Self worth before me Waiting for life The artist within Yearns for knowledge Of blending And shaping Breath into a piece So exquisite So full of energy I’ll someday be the artist My grandmother Tried to make me to be Compassionately Smoothing the strokes Of color into a life Beneath the canvas set forth © cmwilmes August 7, 2018 

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