Struggling Artist

My frustration mounts like the paint I keep adding to this canvas.

One minute I have it and the next minute I don’t.

The something I’m searching to achieve seems to fade into a space it’s not meant to be.

My perception: marred and skewed.

I wonder if it’s like the delay in your day that is divinely sent to align something really amazing to happen?

Or is it more like being forced to buy a new car after totaling the one you just paid off?

So, I’ve reached the point where the decision is mine alone to make.

To persevere or to start over.

Either way the work that I’ve put into it will still be left to linger upon the canvas.

Just how much of that work will remain to be seen?

Well, that solely depends on the layers of paint I add in between.