My life is the canvas

On which I paint my truth

Wisdom intervened for me
From spilling my paint in youth

Inspiration is the well

In which I dip my pen

I’m commissioned by the Gods

Yet judged in turn by men

The canvas may crack and dry

The lessons long ferment

But the artist stands by her work

Not one stroke do I regret.


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