In my mind's eye
I see it
In perfect detail
How I want it
To look.
And yet
My inexperienced hands
Are struggling
To embrace
This form.
Facing
Mounting frustration
And stress
I back away.
Taking time
To remember
I need to breathe
And relax.
Letting the tension
Roll off
My shoulders
Like water
Off a duck's body.
For nothing
Is worth this
When I can
Just walk away.
Returning
At another time
When my mind is
Properly focused.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: I wrote this poem, as a grounding exercise, during my art program, yesterday (May 6, 2016), as I was struggling to find the right shape, for the first of two masks that I was working on. Forcing myself, to focus on something, as the stress, slowly left my body.
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