Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery.
In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
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Thought-provoking.
Your poem reminded me of this quote said by Taylor Swift: "No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind." Loved your poem!
I'm with Angela, the excitement is palpable in this one! It is so concise yet so inspiring :)
Love the excitement to leave our mark!