This is your time

To the soot-covered artists
With the ashes of being misunderstood
In the closet of art & suffering
The starving ones feeding off of pain

Now is your time to heal
I know you are there, confused
This world and its structure is so tight
Binds you into the spaces of your mind

The cuts of the world are so deep that it is felt on an Etheric level

Your soul isn't lost
Yet your spirit is crying
It wants to heal
It wants love

I promise you it's not gone
Even if you found it in the Shadows
It's there

Make the choice
Compassion is there
Ready to break through your suffering

You are worthy

Artists
Give yourself permission
Pump that passion through the sinews of a heart that is not stillborn
Even if you are under the illusion that it is

Warm up your essence and let it thaw your humanness
Let your art heal you
Give yourself time to walk again after a stagnant coma

Your shining light
Will be a beacon for others to find theirs
A Lantern that was never lost
Just misplaced
You just forgot
I am here to remind you

Now is your time