Nervous Anticipation

Nervous Anticipation
By: James Dubeau

Nervous anticipation
Slips through
Controlling fingers
Calming breaths
And pen on paper
Work free doubts
Restore sanities
Keeping any hesitation
Just below the surface
However
There should have been
No fears
Not for actions
Done a thousand times
But fears do lurk
Behind each shrubbery
Deep in the mind
Only carrying through
Would rise the sun
Illuminate the path
Vanquishing darkness
And bring a smile
To my face

Art Show

I can’t do it. They all hate my stuff. I can’t go out there.

They love it. Go out there and talk to them.

It’s wrong, all wrong. My crap doesn’t belong here. I don’t belong here.

Yes you do.

This place is so stuck up. Those stiff suits know that I am just a no talent hack.

You are good. You know what you are doing.

My work doesn’t belong here. This is a Museum. Only “real” art gets put into places like this.

Do you remember when that lady came to look at your work?

Yeah…

What did she say?

She said that she “had” to take one piece for the show.

And?

She could only take one, but she wanted to take three.

She could see your talent. She knew your work belongs here. She broke the rules for it. Now get out there and prove that she was not wrong.

I suppose…