PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My heart used to strive for expression

some glimpse of creativity

something to hold on to

and wrap around me,

my own colors

my own words,

not so necessarily perfect

but in essence no less

and no more

then myself.



Is it such an impossibility

to really know

my capabilities

my shortcomings,

it doesn't seem so great

a slash of the paintbrush

bold in red,

rising on a pinnicle

of self expression

crashing in blues of melancholy

in the greens of an open spirit

or the words of tougnes

i've long forgotten.



My heart no longer strives for expression

it strives,

but only for a glimpse

of what there is

to express.