WRITING OBSTACLE
Create a dialogue scene between an artist and their muse.
The way an Artist loves their muse
Do you love me
The muse asks the artist
To which they respond
With a simple yes
The muse seems displeased
With the lack of words uttered
And seems to beg for more
Which frustrates the artist
They set down their brush
And look into the muses eyes
Do you love me
They ask back
The muse looks down to the floor
Unable to answer
When words finally apear
To the lips of the muse
They are not what you would assume
I do not love you
For you are just the artist
The one who works to my will
Because when people look at your canvas
They see me
And not you
The artist looks upset
But says nothing more
This has happened too many times before
The poet looks at their past
Wondering what went wrong
Knowing something happened along the way
But time ago could be long
So the poet looks at their work
and asks in a hushed tone
Do you love me?
And the poem answers slyly
I do not love you
For you are merely my creator
I am grateful for your contribution
But I do not love you
For more than thats worth
The poet knew the answer
Even before the ask
Though still defeated
By the answer of a bash
The singer looks to the crowd
And their eyes brim with tears
They do not know what they are doing
But they love through the fear
The crowd screams
Do you love us
And the singer answers with truth
Yes, always, I love you
They sing and dance
But the question lingers in their head
Well do you love me
The singer asks the crowd
They shout a deafening no
With an explanation just as cruel
We donāt love you for more than face value
We love your looks and your music
But not who you are
The singer seems defeated
And dosent sing another song
The teacher looks to their pupils
And announces
their ever growing love
The students
Give a blank stare
And some even glare
Well do you love me
The teachers asks with wavering glee
They respond so abruptly
So shockingly fast
No we donāt love you
For we donāt like how you teach
How you preach us numbers and facts
We only fake it
to keep up the act
The teacher doesnāt push
Though upset by their words
She continues to teach
Till her brain starts to hurt
The Reader looks to the author
And says
You are the reason for my writing
My joy and my being
I love you
Your work and your words
They ask
In a pleading tone
Do you love me
The author looks smug
With an answer as such
No I donāt love you
You are just one of many
A person in the pile
One I can ignore
The reader seems defeated
The authors books will they burn
They never realized how much words can hurt
The artist looks at the muse
With a pondering expression
Preparing to ask once more
Do you love me
The muse agitated now
Replies with a no
And a frown
The artist wants to push
Though they now know the answer:
You cant force someone to love you
You canāt force someone to accept you
You canāt force someone to respect you
But you still must do all three
