When I feel something is not right
When I miss my smile
When things don’t seem exciting
When there is a yearning in my heart
I draw or I write
When I miss the sunshine
Because it’s been raining all day
When I need a pick me up
Any time of day
I draw or I write
When I draw or write
I’m in another world
My focus is on the paper
And the thoughts in my head
It’s a magical time
And when the poem is done
When the drawing is finished
I feel uplifted and I want to smile
What is this magic?
The act of creation?
Why does it cheer me up?
Isn’t creating beauty therapeutic after all?
I don’t know the answers to these questions
And that’s fine
All I know is that I will be writing and drawing
For the rest of my life
February 28th, 2024



