Poem: My Art
#3 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
A poem about why I need to live.
My gift is needed here.
It waits in the darkness where no one can hear.
It holds a candle, always.
It loves and it lives and it laughs.
It hides, always. It lives without restraint.
It cries, crying for all those who cannot.
It lies, telling itself it's not worthy,
But it isn't. I'm worthy of love.
My heart is mine, and no other's.
My heart is mine and mine alone.
If I gift it, it is willingly.
And never ever once because it's owed.
My love crosses boundaries unknowable.
My love shines even among the stars.
My heart is forever inside me,
and forever, within it, I lie.
I lie through silence and shadow.
I lie through the perilous dark.
I like through the scenes that destroy me,
and forever, I live through my art.