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Patior

Ellie Goldberg

Picture this, 

the piano prodigy, 

playing pieces with precision-

pleasing everyone.

 

Practice makes perfect.

Practice makes passionless.

 

Next came ballet slippers, pointe shoes,

a divided decade spent dancing

en dedans; turning 

a love into liability.

 

Art is discipline. 

Discipline is indifferent.

 

So now, I write:

squeezing out stanzas, scrawling 

scripture as sacred as sinning,

begging stability to originate itself right on this damn page.

 

I’m forcing it.

I am. Forcing it.

 

The English word 

“passion” derives

from Latin: patior,

meaning “to suffer.”

 

It sure feels like suffering to watch passion die.

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