By Monica C. Voskamp
My soul is dying
Dying to breathe
I need to breathe
Bleed letters on a page
At least once a day.
God forbid ever
An artistic passion
Lose their source of oxygen
Become starved, depleted, wasted
An artist finding cardiac arrest
Wordlessness.
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash
