Here's a poem I penned about the hidden secret that artist/poets/musicians and other people with gifted talents of putting a sun light in others world go through beneath their happy mask mask. It's called The Artist. Enjoy!!

He never waits for summer
He never waits for winter
But he waits for autumn
For as leaves fall off trees
Broken hearts again fall in love

Maybe today he will be lucky
Maybe he’ll sell more than portrait
Or collect more pennies from the well
He puts his heart on the palette
And soak the colors with his hope

He is the mirror to reflect beauty
His tender fingers hold immortality
He gives life where it will be taken
He boldly webs his pain with their joy
Beneath every portrait he lays his heart

It is not the beauty of the world-
He crafts in colors embossed on canvas
It is his truth he that he sugarcoats
Of the world falling apart inside
For he’s gifted to give hope to ugliness

Today he painted a portrait of himself
Beneath it he did not put his heart
On the white carnation laid his desires
He smiled when it drew her attention
But it was the picture she loved not him

Tomorrow he dressed in his best self
Hoping to be the man in his portrait
Maybe he will be lucky today
Maybe he will meet the best bidder
And to her he’ll draw the best portrait

He set his canvas under the falling leaves
Beneath the tree she came her hands full
Told him to make her fall in love
He drew his masterpiece with a broken heart
And on his face he put his smile

As they fell in love and left him standing
He beamed knowing it was his heart he gave her.

©g!o.inked