Remember the fear, sadness, insecurity
The hidden world of nascent pictures
What do they reveal now?
My talent matured, ever the taskmaster prodigious
I search for a whole new world…
I appear put together, confident, content
Though a beacon of cheer for those who cross my path,
A temporary reprieve from the internal chaos
The truth – I’m crumbled with unfulfilled longing
My sadness still bleeds from internal cuts…
How ironic the pictures shine brighter now
Creating masterpieces effortlessly,
They garner unadulterated amazement from viewers
Wooing the world as I do, who will woo me?