Art is silent poetry.
Poetry is art written on the pages where my feelings reside.
My creativity comes in the sounds of the wind,
the visions of the mind,
and the pain of my past.
Paint on the canvas the tale of your life.
Write on the paper the visualizations brewing in your imagination.
My creativity has been meticulously stitched on
to repair my deeply punctured flesh.
It is woven within the veins of my aching heart to keep it beating.
I don't just create to enjoy.
I create to survive.