And that is the artist
The one who turns pain to paintings
Bewilderment to books
Sorrow to songs
Darkness to dance
Passion to poetry
We pour our souls onto paper
We mold our experiences in clay
We need to express
Or the fire eats us alive
Transforming
Processing
Through our bodies
To make some kind of sense of this being human
In the space in between
The timeless zone
Communing with God
In effortless flow
And we come out on the other side
A bit more clear
Breathing deeper
Dirty hands, messy hair
And that is the artist
The teller of tales
A bridge between worlds
Blazing new trails
