Poem Jan 11, 2011

The artists is not like a flower
The artists is not like a bird
An artists is not something
        Pretty
An artists is much different
From what they create
Like a miner, the artist
        Descends
Down into the dirtiest
Down into the darkest
Recesses of the Human
        Spirit
The trip is dangerous
Many have been lost
But the rewards
       Shine