Unbound

 



It's a beautiful thing to be able to

Draw, create art from the most insignificant things.

Conjuring worlds and scenarios 

From only figments of imagination.


To not be bound by a single 

Figural source of inspiration 

Is a freedom I've known since my word conscious years


It's a gift freely given that sometimes 

I wonder why I was chosen

To carry and share such an awesome gift.


Like a bird whose strong wings gives it flight 

To be perched on the tallest mahogany tree in the forest

And the wide expanse of the blue sky as a universal roof

Such heights and lengths do I hope my words reach 

And beyond.

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