Poem: Don’t Stop Expressing Yourself Through Your Art

In the quiet hours of the night,
When shadows waltz with silver light,
There’s a whisper in the breeze,
A call to you, if you please.

Your canvas, page, or sculpted clay,
Holds a piece of you, in play,
A world where dreams and truths collide,
In colors bold and lines that glide.

Don’t let the doubts cloud your view,
Or silence the muse inside you.
For in each stroke and word you weave,
A part of your soul takes its leave.

The world may turn its restless gaze,
Or judge the form of your display,
But art’s a flame that burns anew,
In every shade and every hue.

So let your spirit roam and soar,
In every note, in every score,
For in your craft, your heart’s own song,
Finds a place where it belongs.

Keep expressing, never cease,
In your art, find your peace.
For though the world may shift and change,
Your voice through art will rearrange.

So paint, and write, and dance, and sing,
Let your soul take flight on wing.
In every form and every start,
Don’t stop expressing through your art.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie

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