Art, My Window

Here is my soul
my inner most being,
the piece that defines me.
Glance into my window
with understanding
and benevolence
for it will reveal who I am.

Take heed not to destroy what you see
for I am fragile inside.
Don’t criticize the one you see
for I am what you are,
human.

So now I will
show you a glimpse.
Come and look through
my window.
See what makes me
unique
and extraordinary.

My pencil glides
along the paper gracefully turning,
weaving its way
up and down,
left and right.
Every stroke showing a part of a story;
my story.

I will confess
the deepest part of who I am.
I am adventurous,
and brave
but those things are hidden behind
a fearful, and angry mask
they are revealed on this canvas.

But wait,
not too much.
You can’t see all of me.
You would know all of what
makes me special.
I am not just a copy
of society.

The pencil stops moving,
the piece showing my hesitation.
My hand frozen in time
debating the question,
do I open my window completely?
I watch others
as they open their own windows with ease.

How can they do that?
They do not care what others think
what others say.
These pieces we create aren’t just art
they reveal who you are.
They reveal your soul
and my soul is precious to me.

My heart pounds in my ears
my hands shake.
I can’t breathe,
can’t move
but somehow the brush continues
with caution
weighing what should be shown.

I glance into the window I have opened.
It is too late,
what is created cannot be undone.
You will see me now
and you will understand
what my Creator
has intended.

So, here is my soul
my inner most being,
the piece that defines humanity.

Glance into my window
with understanding
and benevolence
for it has revealed who I am.