Artistic gifts

Artistic gifts

disguised in each line

some rhyme, some won’t

call it a labor of love

a price I pay

to live and be

free

free to say whatever

enters my mind or heart

leave the final blow

to those who believe they know

what will sell in the greed aisle

but I got a view of my own

that can’t be colored

to hide the gray

so go to hell

I’ll share my gifts

have my heart filled with gold

I like to call memories.

I refuse to bend

be broken

mistaken as a fool

I made it this far, that’s cool

so I believe I’m not afraid

of rejection

I’ll just continue to write

share

wait until I’m in my glory days

raise my head up high and shout

I got it made!

 

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