The Critic

Anger. Fear. Criticism.
Emotions fill the void
One moment.
This moment.
One breath. One beat.
We are consumed
With our significance
Yet,
The sun shows up with or without
us.

Critics will always show up
Sitting in the front row
Of everyone else’s
Performance
Their sharp tongues
Cutting her down
She gently reminds herself that
Wounds will heal
And life is not extended
On one’s quality

The seas have been here
Longer than the critic
The moon has circled the earth
Longer than the critics time
The critic is temporary.