Art of Comfort [Poem]


Art doesn’t ignore, it reflects.
Asks us
to sit with everything as it is,
and create something of that moment.
Not to be someone else, or to hide.
Layers of us; exposed, shrouded ; open, closed.
 Who we were and Who we are,
Glimpses of
Who we could be.
Leave it on the page,
on the canvas. Leave it on the wall.
Know that you have done your best.


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