Below is a poem I wrote; although it’s been a while since I wrote it, the message still resonates with me each time I create a piece of art, and I hope that others can relate to it as well!

I’m at that point where I don’t know what to add — 

yet… I also don’t know what to subtract. 

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Should I add some more blue?

Should I change this word? 

Is this even good enough?

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These thoughts whirl around in my head, 

demanding that I change something. 

Anything.

Making me question if what I did 

was right. 

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But the thing is — 

I’m not quite sure how to answer that. 

I never am. 

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Creativity isn’t math, where there’s only one answer. 

Where the choices and methods are already 

laid out, like doors waiting to be opened, 

and I just have to pick the right one. 

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Here, all the doors are open. 

The possibilities are endless. 

There’s no black and white, 

but instead a large spectrum of 

color,  

which some people might call gray.  

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Though, isn’t that what art is? 

There are no boundaries.

No limits.

No rights.

No wrongs.

Like one over zero, 

it’s undefined. 

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To me, art has always been

a combination of emotions, 

colors, words, or rhythms, 

converging to form something 

larger than I could ever comprehend. 

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I have control over what I create, 

but the thought that lingers in my mind, 

as I’m adding words and then deleting them, 

or as I’m drawing strokes that will be erased, 

is what others will see. 

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Will they think there’s too much blue? 

Will they think that sentence is awkward? 

Will they like this? 

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And, that’s why I never know

when I’m finished.

Or what I should fix — 

or, if… it even needs fixing. 

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Perhaps, whatever 

thoughts, 

feelings, and

emotions, I just spilled out onto 

this piece of paper… 

are more than good enough. 

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