Art Soul

      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.

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