An Artists Anguish

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we strive to achieve it

our rightful place

the only way to describe it is "there"

our bodies the canvas

our feet the brush

our hearts soar to meet it

breath stops

silence reigns

seconds stretch to days

we get "there" only to lose it again

the pain returns

words turn sharp

pointed barbs aimed straight to the heart

"there" is a place

where few can attain

the peace that is beauty

and the price that is pain

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