Writers 
MY ARTIST 2
The last time I tried to explain it,
it was like just boarding a ship.
But being on it feels
different in a way—
the gentle storms
and the raging wind.
Yet the voyage is smooth.
But am I missing the docks?
I asked myself once.
And I answered,
“Let me feel the ocean breeze.”
And when I see it,
I put it all behind me.
All I see
is an open ocean,
and I am happy to sail
with my fellow artists
to the end of this line.
Because perhaps
the journey was never
about knowing where we'd arrive.
Perhaps it was about
the waves we crossed,
the storms we survived,
the stories we created,
and the people
who sailed beside us.
So I will stay on this ship,
feel the wind against my face,
and let the ocean carry us forward.
For now,
the horizon is enough.
And with my fellow artists,
I am ready
to sail into tomorrow,
where every wave becomes a memory,
and every journey becomes a story.
There may be days when the waters rise,
and moments when the sky turns gray,
but I will remember I came.
I came to create,
to learn,
to grow,
and to share art
with others.
