I am scared

by Dagmar Wilson   Dec 4, 2017


Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard
buckets with dried out paint,
I am slowly taking my canvases off the wall.

That desire to create
the need to paint,
it has expired.

My hands are getting stiff
the cough won't stop,
I am scared.

Painting was an obsession
a dream come true.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Xavier Barkaway

    This really touches my soul. just how I feel most days of my life now. Thanks for writing this touching poem.

  • 6 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Again, how cozy your words are! It is not expired. I still I see it in you, IT just transformed.

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Painting isn't the only way you express yourself though Dagmar, although it's certainly sad to lose the desire for something that once brought you such joy. :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, I'm sorry your desire to paint isn't there..perhaps it's just a down cycle? I know when I need to create it's an overwhelming feeling. I'm glad you are writing though, because then I get to read lovely writes like this. Hugs-

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Brenda for your lovely comment.

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