In colors and lines, I find respite,
A world of my own, where I take flight.
They say to sell, to share my art,
But doubts creep in, whispering in my heart.
Keychains and prints, a tempting call,
Yet I wonder if I’m ready at all.
My therapist nudges, “Just take that leap,”
But where do I start? The questions run deep.
In each stroke, I chase away the fear,
Creating my haven, a space so dear.
Perhaps one day, I’ll find the way,
To share my passion, come what may.
M.A.D. Works 