A poem about our wonderful gift.
In a thrashing rolling sea
Of opinions bashing, an insistent storm
Come dance beyond the Norm.
Forget all that they tell you, friend
Your art is special. Indulge the Muse
The ideas will probably never end
This shall be your ruse.
Write of worlds we’ll never see
Paint a landscape, sculpt a friend
Feel the call of destiny
And inspiration it will send
Remember when you first awoke
The color came, a vibrant light
The words they came, the brush it stroked
A free spirit using second sight.
Voices criticize and drone
Telling what you cannot do
But all creatives have felt alone
Don’t let that doubt become you.
Whether others like or not
You spin your yarns, and they take flight
The art shall never fully rot
Because you love the summer night,
The beauty and the shining sun
The sacred legions in the sky
From simple freedom others run
But with it you can fly.
And will those you love come with you
To worlds we’ll never see?
All that is good and true
Drifting on a melody
Perhaps we’ll all go someday
To a haven beyond this roiling sea
Without the stifling black and gray
But for now, just come create with me.