Blank Canvas
A blank canvas stares at me.
At a blank canvas I stare.
Create something new it dares.
But why am I so scared?
A nagging voice inside,
it kindles my fear:
“What if it’s terrible?
What if it’s all wrong?
What if it’s unrepairable
and the colors don’t belong?”
Then a kinder voice, a gentler voice with two simple words waves these fears aside:
“Who cares?!
Pay no mind to those jeers and those empty fears cast out!
You’re questions need rephrasing.
Here, let me help you out:
What if it’s amazing?!
What if it leads to better things
and from the synapses an inspiration springs?!
I guess you’ll never know until you start.
So put down your first splash of paint,
And don’t be faint of heart.
Who knows?
You may create a work of art!"
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