One day I
Stopped believing
That something good
Would come from me
I still believed
I would be seen
I could turn
This openness to art
I've been carrying
Myself through
The same routine
But do I remember yet
Who I am
All I want is
To express what
Has kept me from life
I don't want to
Lose the joy
Of a life spent together
Because I feel
The divine pouring in
I have been
Made low
By a fear
Of my own body
I called out of work
To stay in bed
Because I felt
That I may become
Only what is here
I have to believe
That saying plainly
What's holed me
Up in shame
Will be a
Work of art