My Art

an acrid lump stuck in my throat
dripped into my stomach
and formed a sour knot

when i gave my art away
to be carried by
clambering hands
too ugly to hold onto beauty

my art
fell to the floor with a thunderous roar
spots of light swam before my eyes from the painful blow
and i fell onto my knees gingerly

i rummaged through the shards
bloodying my fingertips
and i reclaimed
my art

from ruins
i built
a luminous