{"sf1_id":1794755,"sf2_id":"A1pGrQMn","title":"Poem: My Art","author":"zetasyanthis","words":135,"posted_at":"2021-12-11T17:58:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Suicide","artist","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1794755-poem-my-art","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pGrQMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/65/86/6586503b-31f3-4de0-a945-65c59bb8f5b5","description":"#3 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis\n\nA poem about why I need to live.","content":"My gift is needed here.  \nIt waits in the darkness where no one can hear.  \nIt holds a candle, always.  \nIt loves and it lives and it laughs.\n\nIt hides, always. It lives without restraint.  \nIt cries, crying for all those who cannot.  \nIt lies, telling itself it's not worthy,  \nBut it isn't. I'm worthy of love.\n\nMy heart is mine, and no other's.  \nMy heart is mine and mine alone.  \nIf I gift it, it is willingly.  \nAnd never ever once because it's owed.\n\nMy love crosses boundaries unknowable.  \nMy love shines even among the stars.  \nMy\u0026nbsp;heart is forever inside me,  \nand forever, within it, I lie.\n\nI lie through silence and shadow.  \nI lie through the perilous dark.  \nI like through the scenes that destroy me,  \nand forever, I live through my art.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"2021 Mental Health Crisis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1794751-poem-home.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795202-poem-horses.json"}}