All of my fears and failures confront me
as I stand in front of a glaring white canvas,
my paintbrush in my hand.
I have known darkness; it is here now.
I have known suffering; it is here now.
I have known heart ache; it is here now.
I have drank poison with so-called lovers,
stabbed myself in the soul with past's haunty pitchfork,
and laughed with the demons and Satan.
They are all here now.
And I will defeat these and the pain to come.
One stroke at a time.
All is well.
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