In the quiet of my heart, I find my voice,
A symphony of thoughts, a silent choice.
Words unspoken, yet they brightly gleam,
Painting my world with colors of a dream.

Through the dance of ink on paper white,
I unveil my soul, in the still of night.
Each stroke a testament to my inner fire,
A reflection of all that I desire.

In every shade, a story unfolds,
Tales of courage, in whispers told.
A canvas of emotions, raw and true,
A journey of self in every hue.

So I express, without restraint or fear,
Through verses and colors, my spirit clear.
A tapestry woven with passion and grace,
An eternal dance of self I embrace.