MeeAugraphie

Hell, Perhaps

Perhaps, there is no hell as some believe.

Perhaps, hell is not down there
nor even the entirety of our experiences on earth.

Perhaps, instead, hell is more personal
- and a matter of degrees -
(other than Centigrade or Celsius or Fahrenheit or points on a circle)

Perhaps, hell is our Muse needing the approval or applause of others
and weaving itself securely in our hearts and minds
so that whether we recognize good in our art form or not…
we still need the others — because Muse does.

Perhaps, hell is not that at all,
but our inner need to share what we have to give
with the one person who is hunting for it,
yet we are unequipped to know which one is
the one
and settle for false applause and cheers,
our inner need rarely met.

Perhaps hell is merely your residing in an artist’s soul,
waiting for them to develop you further,
to dig deeper,
to encrust you in more angst than you earned on your own
before you are splattered to land in air, on paper, or canvas
as soulful notes, asserted words, molded clay, or painted strokes,
for people to love, rage over, admire, or ignore….
I suppose the latter depends on which hell level you made it to.

MeeAugraphie
02/28/08