I sit, alone or companioned, staring out to see
The faces of those around me:
Familiar, yet discordant; seemingly
Omnipresent yet never truly there.
I am an artist, I strive to make
Come alive in the faces of those that see me
Shine, those that travel to see my work,
To be moved, affected, changed in some way:
Altered by my visions.
I aspire to share my dreams, to bring Art
To the needy and
To the weary.
I bleed I sweat I cry: to dream.
I sacrifice limb and sanity to alter
Those who visit me in my fantasy land.
Whether they laugh or cry, they get angry or get glad
Is of no matter to me.
All I want is to make feelings,
For you to feel different when you leave
Than you did when you began.
I talk the big talk and I dream the big dreams
Yet sometimes it seems it is only just me
Who wishes to change the world in this fashion,
To bring light to the world and bring help to the lonely.
Yet when it seems like no one is standing beside me
I feel most ready to step from behind
The Curtain that holds me back, that refuses to bend,
Refuses to give in
That demands of me not to spread my message
To keep my art to myself and myself to myself;
To live quietly, in the shadows, attracting no Sun.
I am an Artist, that much rings true,
But those standing beside me
Don’t seem to want it to be true.
They won’t let me out from
Behind the Curtain
To show the world Me,
They wish only for silence.
But not me.