Practice Practice Practice
She said she couldn’t draw
For years she’d try
But with the pages smudged
The charcoal lines not in her control
She‘d crumple the pages
Toss them aside
After so long she gave up
Failure haunting her and
Scaring the art away
The world was a little grayer
When her heart decided to
Just stop trying
One day, without thought
She started to doodle
No thoughts, no fears
Just a pen making swirls
On a printed page
She walked away and
When she came back
Surprise coursed through
Her warm blood
The work was beautiful
Pride and glee danced
Shimmied and giggled in her heart
As she finally appreciated
The practice, practice to art
