I've recently discovered
That I have uncovered
A secret longing I've had inside
Hidden within my mind.
Why is it now only surfacing
And why are my thoughts discouraging
Something that I truly desire?
Something inside has lit a fire.
I've always wanted to be a dancer,
A cheerleader, to write more than just a chapter.
I want to be an artist.
Because I know I am not the smartest
Nor am I the most talented-
But I am so passionate.
I have always loved the stage,
Performing my songs and being engaged
In telling a story through a song or show,
My love for the arts is only beginning to grow.
I've gotten into poetry
And it has helped me socially.
With my terrible anxiety and crippling depression,
Art has given me an exception
To learn to be happy and move on in life
And get rid of most of the strife.
So, while I may not be the best with words or rhyming
I wil never regret what I have created
Or what I have stated.
Art has saved me
And it will forever be
The reason I'm still here.
And it will always stop my tears.