I start with a vision, a spark in my mind,
A blank canvas awaits, where colors will bind.
With brush in my hand and my heart full of light,
I dive into painting, feeling everything’s right.

But then it starts fading; that bright burst of inspiration,
As doubts creep in, replacing my elation.
Every stroke feels heavy, the canvas stays still,
Frustration and silence begin to replace the thrill.

Months pass by slowly; the days blend together,
An unfinished project just gathering dust, like a feather.
I wonder what to do—should I let it go?
Or push through the shadows and confront the woe?

Sometimes I step back, seeking peace in the space,
Taking a break from the colors, embracing a slower pace.
Could a little distance help revive that lost spark?
Or is it just silence leaving its mark?

When I return to my work, I take a fresh look,
With new eyes, I search for answers in the nook.
Do I change my approach, or try something new?
I wonder if being open can help me break through.

I reach out to others, my fellow creators,
Their insight shines like lanterns, guiding my later.
We share and lift each other; it gives me a boost,
Finding strength in community, together we’re juiced.

Creating art can be a winding path,
With ups and downs, a mixture of joy and wrath.
Even unfinished pieces have stories to tell,
They show how we’ve grown and how we’ve done well.

So if your canvas is gathering dust,
Remember within it lies potential—trust.
It’s not just about finishing that leads us ahead,
It’s the journey of creating, the joy that we spread.