Art

They say it is something special. 

They say it is grand, touching, and relatable. 

But I just see this thing I made,

This thing I thought was only

Kind of

Okay. 

They say that they want more. 

They say I have a lot to give, show, and say. 

But all I see is vague repetition,

That cannot be valuable. 

And really--

What?

They say that I've got...something. 

They say I do it right, well, and poignantly. 

But all I see are half-baked drafts,

And they are probably not grand,

But share...

I do. 

I say that my work has changed. 

I say these works are no longer mine: ill and earthly.

For I see that feeble thoughts are touched
With power I did not request,

Because---

They're His. 

He says what He thinks they should.

He says what each person needs, wants, and craves. 

But He does not force the feelings down;
He invites us to look.
They are free

To keep.