fear and art

I often fear the public platform
but I am an artist
and despite my often
self-imposed mental isolation
I cannot deny the compulsion
to shed my metaphorical shell
and bare my soul
in the medium that knows me best

I feared death less
than I feared public speaking
I fought the demons inside
that demanded I stay invisible
and silent
I fought the bottom of a bottle
for the right to my own sanity
I stood up with hands shakings
and spoke with the belief
that I had something to say
though I wasn’t sure
if anyone would listen

Whoever said it is less painful
not to bleed, was lying
a prison is not a sanctuary
no matter the colour of the walls
or how much whiskey they’re offering
to keep the inmates quiet

Silence is the death of art

I still fear the public platform

© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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