Painting and painting with each stroke,
Releasing emotions others provoke.
Playing piano, every gentle key,
Showing my love, joy, and empathy.
Sculpting and sculpting every parcel of clay,
Expressing the frustrations of the day.
Drawing every scrape of the lead,
Lets free the sadness in my head,
And yet when I speak aloud,
There is only a mist, a fog, a cloud.
Art Helps Me Express Myself
The Way That I Speak
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2021 with permission of the Author.
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