I've recently discovered

That I have uncovered

A secret longing I've had inside

Hidden within my mind.

Why is it now only surfacing

And why are my thoughts discouraging

Something that I truly desire?

Something inside has lit a fire.

I've always wanted to be a dancer,

A cheerleader, to write more than just a chapter.

I want to be an artist.

Because I know I am not the smartest 

Nor am I the most talented-

But I am so passionate.

I have always loved the stage,

Performing my songs and being engaged

In telling a story through a song or show,

My love for the arts is only beginning to grow.

I've gotten into poetry

And it has helped me socially.

With my terrible anxiety and crippling depression,

Art has given me an exception

To learn to be happy and move on in life

And get rid of most of the strife.

So, while I may not be the best with words or rhyming

Or timing,

I wil never regret what I have created

Or what I have stated.

Art has saved me 

And it will forever be

The reason I'm still here.

And it will always stop my tears.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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