Artwork

She called my artwork sadness

Like my passion was a sin

Instead of all the beauty 

I had released from within

You see, the artwork isn't the only product

That comes from my time

I get a sense of worth

Looking at how I made things rhyme

And if you think the only product

Of a poem are the words

You haven't seen my safety 

When I see that things aren't quite as blurred

My artwork is not sadness

My artwork makes me free

Showing me the beauty

That I sometimes fail to see

My artwork is not just for you

My artwork is for me

So look at all my work again 

And tell me what you see

Tell me that you see the hope

Of the writer with a pen

Learning how to put away 

Things that have always been

Tell me that you truly see

The light in which I write

Because after a poem is done

I know that I'm alright

Because artwork comes from passion

It's a fire lit inside

One that burns and pushes you

To make sure you're alive

And if you think that you see sadness

When you observe my art

 I urge you to go look back

And read it with your heart