I Am Art


I haven’t written a poem in a while,

and my biggest fear is that one day I will stop being art.

I will stop being alliteration written in genetic code,

Tumultuous tongue and effortless calm met together in beautiful cacophony,

Skin painted on a canvas of soul,

The precipitation of tears swollen in emotion but never fallen.

I worry that if I let my art sit too long that it will grow stale

That I will forget to be, forget what it once was.

That my body will become a wonted temple.

I don’t know what I look like without being art, and

So in fear, I let myself wallow in this idea of maybe not, but the reality is that there is no not.

I always am, always have been art.

And I can never forget that for the life of me.



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A young visionary. In spite of talents and passions in a plethora of areas, I have a singular mission in life. Helping people whether be physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually, is the totality of my life's mission. Nothing more. My purpose, however is to fulfill this mission primarily through medicine. But I do not want to stop at medicine. I want to use my words in all areas of my life to help people. My blog at www.wildextremities.com is one of the main ways for me to accomplish this goal. On this blog I help people to daily find beauty in the wild extremities of their souls where sun rarely shines, yet beauty blossoms full.

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