Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Dreams


She walks this plane of existence in an empty shell.  It’s the shell that gets up every day to live this life.  It’s the shell she decided to hide away in long ago.  Inside this shell she dreams.

She dreams of becoming an artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated and successful artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated, successful and loved artist. 

Where is she?  Why did she hide away?  Why did she listen when they said she wasn’t a good writer, a good singer, a good photographer, or an artist?  Why did she listen when they told her she wasn’t worthy of success?  Why did she listen when they told her to grow up and be a responsible adult?  Why did she listen when they told her she could never be herself?  Why did she listen when they told her she wasn’t good enough? 

Who told her she wasn’t good enough? 

She dreams of becoming an artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated and successful artist. 
She dreams of becoming a celebrated, successful and loved artist. 

She is an artist. 

Her soul struggles to be seen and longs to break free from the shell that inhabits this plane of existence. 

She is an artist.
She is a celebrated artist in the depths of her soul.
She is a celebrated and successful artist in the creativity of her own heart.
She is a celebrated, successful and loved artist in the far away thoughts of her mind.

She is an artist.

She needs no permission nor acceptance from others to simply be what she has always been.

She is an artist.

W.K. © 2011


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