Sh*T Art

I am a writer with no idea what to write.

A pile of unfinished drafts and half baked novels haunt me.

I desperately crave creativity,

I never know where to start and I run out of patience to finish.

Instead I run and hide.

get sucked into the vortex and watch as my brain leaks out of my ears,

I seethe with jealousy watching others do what I wish I would let myself.

All the advice tells you to make sh*t art

it is the only way

The world needs your sh*t art

What am I supposed to do when I can't bring myself to make sh*t art?

What do I do when the weight of the pen is too much to bear?

What do I do when I stand frozen, held down by doubt.

Silenced by fear, plagued with indecision.

How do I quiet the voice that tells me there is no point in even trying?

How do I fight of something I cannot see?

A feeling I cannot quantify, an anxiety that doesn't sit still.

How do I find the courage to do it anyway?

Stare in the face of fear and scream F*CK YOU!

I did it anyway.