All of a sudden i’m pen shy. I finally get the chance and opportunity to share my art with the world and i become mute. Yet i stand in front of the starting line ready to run the race with so many thoughts racing in my head. Will i trip and fall? Will the world not cheer me on? Will I get to where I want to be?
To be honest the thought of sharing a part of me with the world is scary. Every day i wake up and question whether the world appreciates poetry and art the way I do. There is just something about my thoughts spilling on a piece of paper and my pen being my only companion. There is a rush that comes with rhythm and rhyme.
Poetry has become a huge part of me. Poetry is my art. Poetry is art. I am art. I was birthed by art.
Thank you for joining my journey. I really do hope you enjoy the ride with me. 😁
Poetic Harmony 