The Critique

At the close of a work
the soul soars
the heart pounds
with elation, joy, satisfaction

The critique of feelings
set to words
inked pages
all too personal, bold, eternal

Not always pleasureful
reviews come
a black mark
feeling cold, grasping, trying again

Learning from the critic
branching out
growing wise
thankful for views, yeilding, clear, precise

On to the next lesson
young artist
eager mind
cycle repeats, heals, invigorates

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