Trials of an Artist

You ever had a time in your life

When you thought you found true happiness

That one moment that you thought would last forever

Until... it breaks before your eyes

Only pieces of what was once there lie at your feet

Feelings of pain and sorrow clouds your mind

Only to just remember that it's gone

They call it  Death at its worst, pure torture and agony

That plague us in our deepest nightmares, just to relive again and again

But this "thing" was given another name

Life at its very beginning and is found when our eyes finally open

A test, if you will, to see what all you can withstand

When it happens, your true emotions are shown through feelings of loss Helpless, for watching it being destroyed in front of you

Depressed, for knowing it will never return to you once more

Even angered, for what caused it, either something or someone

Better yet, accusing yourself as the one who let it fade away from you

Understand that these emotions may not be positive or easy to get through

But we must cope with them, no matter how

For happiness is made as a glass work of art

A masterpiece unique only to the artist that makes it

For only they know how to make it their own

However, an artist must decide that if it should break

Should they cut their hands with the shattered pieces of their art,

The same hands that gives the artist a gift to craft such beauty in their image,

To try and rebuild?

Or...should they look to build another and sculpt it just as great as the one before?

My friend, I cannot make that decision for no one, but take it from me

An artist is gifted with hands to create wonders

Never to fix what was broken because it won't become as beautiful as it were before

Unique only to your heart and reflects the newfound emotions

So become the artist you wish to be and capture your own happiness

For it does exist and always will, whether you see it or not

But appears only as fragile..

Just as the glass you sculpt it with.