My art is not me but a part of me

I am not my art but a reflection of it

Sometimes I get stuck

Unwilling to reveal to myself what I might uncover in my art

So I avoid

Stay away

distract myself

Or become over critical of my perceived failures

I expect too much

The curse of the therapist

Looking inward too much that I forget to look outwardly

Sometimes I forget

Forget to think

And I just am who I am without judgement

I allow who I am to just be

I create what I create without pondering, analyzing, regretting

Then I am happy,

yes

but much more

I am

And that’s more than enough