The Artist

 Regardless of the medium you create in,
I think half the battle to being an artist,
is accepting or admitting to yourself
that you are one.

Smile Through Darkness

Morning comes.
Night lingers still.
Force my rise.
Darkness fills.

Each day. Each month. Each year.
Steals more.
My heart. My hope. My soul.
Nothing more. 

Once whole.
Once strong.
Once loved.
Then wronged.

My love. My trust. My truth.
Betrayed.
Confusion. Anger. Bitterness.
Prayed.

Days push on.
Night’s darkness strong.
Smile and lie. Nothing’s wrong.
Not alive. Yet life’s not gone.

Smile on. 
Live the lie.
Judge me not.
When I cry.