Flowers growing out the trash can
Diamonds in the Wrought
Oil under a barren land
The Painter hiding under his tailoring garment
The Preacher seated at the back of the bus
The Singer humming gently in the congregation
Let down by society
But society is Us
Let down by ourselves
Hiding our cloaks
Afraid
Yes
Very afraid
She stacks up her unpublished novels
Never to see them again as they burn along with her dreams
He stacks up his brilliant songs
Never to be read or sang
She stacks up her designs
Never to be sewn or worn
He hides his jokes behind boring talk
Never to be a Stand-Up
She hides her legs
Never to walk the runway
He and She
Hide the art they are blessed with
Afraid
Yes
Very afraid
How much of this fear could hold them back?
She tried once,
A failure
She tried again,
Still a failure
She hoped for more
The world wasn’t ready to let her shine
So she took the back seat
And applauded the best seller for the year
But she’s the best seller of a year
A year she leaves the chain of fear
Because in the chain of fear
She’s the missing link
“Step up and receive your award
For your great and much appreciated art work!”
And the stage went wild!
Oh how he only dreamed it
One day
One day he says
But the day will never come
If he doesn’t set the date
You did it again!
“But the day will never come
If he doesn’t set the date”
That quote deserves a post!!