- By: Rachel Wrathall
I am an artist
to the heart.
And thus I list,
I’ll never part.
From molding clay
Into a bowl,
To painting a sun ray,
or a human soul,
I’ll never leave you
beautiful arts.
Myself be new
with improving smarts.
I few years ago
I could never draw.
Now I could never let go,
My new eyes see less flaw.
But still today I quake
Because the mounting tasks can sting,
But I know just what’s at stake,
If I don’t let my soul out to sing.
