Creation brought to birth
in the crucible of pain,
both physical and mental,
to bring art into being.
Upon the hob of hurt,
we simmer what we know,
and turn it with a pen or brush
into something new.
The pot in brutal boiling,
brings forth archetypal grace,
which transforms roiling demons;
dilutes the power of rage.
From horror then comes beauty,
the art of life revealed,
in Self and Soul and artefact;
the truth, forever held.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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