I see but don’t like

 I spilt oil on art paper yesterday
You made it look like a map
dry twigs
pencilled on stains
-an artistic twist
on a talent I never had
You sold it
with due credits to me
-originator of the art
Mentor, where would I be
without you?
I’m eternally grateful
-but the hollowness
sings in my ears
dries my throat
turning hoarse a voice
which is not mine
give me a fresh canvas
let me paint myself
look into the mirror
and be proud
of the face I see
but recognize with some effort

Image credit – Mary Frances

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