we only see art through pain
we only create in sorrow
we only achieve under duress
poetry is written from depression
except when we do it
through the lens of love
the love of life
the love of beauty
the love of each otehr
in equal parts we create
from sadness and joy
we balance creation
on the very point
of the fulcrum
of our hearts
sometimes the balance
captures our lives
and sometimes the point
pierces the heart
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