From pixel to verse

I wander like a reeds, editing woes consume me I spent countless late nights Guidance sought in artistic hand Wisdom dawn within Of the artist whose hand I revere Their lessons I absorbed But with little improvement And there's no solution after. But words take fight and poems take their stride. With words gives some sinews and muscles, giving them a breath of life Woven into a beautiful poem You are reading now. One path may close another beacon bright, The closed door, a key to the chamber of the unseen.