My hands (The future of an artist)

Someday my hands will give out
That much I know

But I can handle my pain
I even put myself through it on purpose sometimes
I am no stranger to pain
I will never claim to be

So by the time my knuckles burn with a bend
And my fingertips are calloused

I will hold my paintbrush with perseverance.
I will hold my pencil like a lifeline
As my fingers burn
And tears prick my eyes

Even when the pain is overwhelming
I stay planted stubbornly

Upon this hill of affliction is where i will die
For I refuse to give up the only passion that remains steady within my life.

-T