With a pencil in hand, I sit with a mind wide open
The blank space lays patiently until I see the lines
behind my eyes ready to melt through my fingers.
Tip to page, the graphite wears thin
as I sketch the images my mind speaks.
The tips of my lips tilt upwards
and I feel the pride swelling-
just another step
(The art calls for life
and I bring it forth
with paper and lead.)