The Suffering Artist

Standing naked before you,
A Gift — 
Take it!

My thoughts
My dreams
My hopes
My fears
My blood
My time
My soul
My mind

Perhaps you’ll show it
Tenderness,
Perhaps you’ll ravage it,
Perhaps you’ll scoff:
Meaningless!
Meaningless!
Meaningless!

And you will cut me deep
And leave me with scars,
And your scars
Shall mingle with mine.

But perhaps, I’ll agree — 
It is all meaningless,
Isn’t it?

Still…

I will give,
And you will take,
And with each cut you make,
I know…

I am fulfilled.


To all of Medium’s artists. I see you. Thank you for your gift.

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