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