In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers of dreams gently reside,
I find the courage to unbind,
The colors of my soul, untied.

Through painted words and crafted rhyme,
I weave the essence of my days,
Each line a beacon of my time,
A melody in endless plays.

With every stroke of pen on sheet,
A dance of thoughts begins to soar,
In this embrace, I feel complete,
A river flowing to the shore.

So let my voice forever sing,
In echoes bold and unconfined,
For in this art, my spirit’s wing,
Finds freedom only it can find.