Regards to My Nothingness

With words of poison in my direction, I am an artist.
Express feeling with color and word;
paintbrush and pen.

I am not a sculpturesque soldier -
expect me not to hold my tongue,
keep ideas silent as the ignorant lamb.

May others appreciate the beauty
and aesthetics I grace upon the world,
not cracked eggshells beneath my toes.

Within each soul lies flawed design,
even writers with illustrious words
and the ability to write with every grammatical -

Perfection.