Artist Poem
I used to be an artist
My hands used to work
My lines used to be straight
Because my fingers didn't jerk
My shading was consistent
My details weren't shaky
I would draw and draw and draw
Until my hands got achy
My friends would show me off
To everyone they knew
Because they could see the passion
In everything I drew
I used to be an artist
I drew every single day
“He's going to be incredible “
Is what they used to say
my books were filled with life
A sketch on every page
I drew when I was happy, sad
Or full of Rage
My art would always calm me
And bring me back down to Earth
My art was not only my identity
But also my worth
But then one fateful day
When I was least to expect it
My mind and my body
Became disconnected
I couldn't move my legs
My arms or my hands
So much for all that hard work
So much for all my plans
My body may have been broken
But my heart remained strong
I wanted to bring my body back
No matter how hard no matter how long
But I rarely tried my art
Because I was frustrated
The standards were too high
From the old art I had created
I used to be an artist
Is what I would reply
Whenever somebody asked
Why don't you just try?
My family tried their best
And brought me Art Supply
But whenever I looked at my hands
I only wanted to cry
My favorite thing was lost
And may be gone forever
My only option left
Is to make it my endeavor
If I can get that back
Even just a tiny bit
I will never stop drawing
I will never quit
So I grabbed a piece of paper
And I picked up a pen
And I promised to myself
That I will never stop again
I removed the shackles of fear
Insecurity and doubt
And I put confidence in myself
That I could figure this out
Weeks went by
Then months then years
Practicing and practicing
Through spasms through tears
I used to be an artist
My fingers are getting steady
I can be an artist again
I think I am ready
My lines are getting smoother
My shapes are taking shape
I'm starting to love art again
It's becoming my Escape
I'm starting to get better
I'm starting to improve
My hands are exceptional
Even though they cannot move
I used to be an artist
Is what I used to say
But not anymore
Because look at me today
My art is getting better
Better than before
I can't wait to see
What my future has in store
Take me as an example
And listen to this lesson
If you want to be good at something
The key is obsession