A Poem by Celeste

I bring my pencil to my paper
I’m ready to draw something
I try and try to get something done
But I can’t get past drawing basic shapes

I want to express myself on paper
But none of my ideas work
I turn on my music, pick up my pencil
But I wake up hours later, nothing on my paper

When I want to sit down and draw I get demotivated
I know I can do it, but for now, I can’t
It’s the worst
Everything I end up forcing myself to finish looks forced

It’s hard to get out of this funk
I want to draw but I cannot
But one day, I know it’ll go away
And then I can get back to art

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