Discomfort

I decided that this week needed this poem...

Art is about discomfort.
It's about the unknown.
Art is screaming insecurities into the void.
Biting your nails until they bleed.
Art is terrifying.
It's about jumping without a safety net.
It's about pushing against a wall
that you are too scared to build a ladder and climb over.
 Art is about creating in-spite and because of all these things.
If art were easy,
everyone would do it
and no one would bleed their soul
into the atmosphere.
When art is hard
and scary
and uncomfortable,
that's often when it is the greatest.

This is for all those who say:
I can't because it's uncomfortable...
even for myself.