Hours of work, several tubes of paint
arranged on canvas for others to inspect
trepidation in the stroke,
shyness in the shape
composition and overlay of color and form
displayed for others to critique
and hopefully
to purchase and give as a gift
or to exhibit in their home
for their own pleasure.
My stomach gripped tight,
buckled in fright
would rather hide away
than expose myself
for strangers to peruse.
What am I thinking?
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