The Inner Spirit
I found my mind attired in stress
Woven from the darkest gray.
It wasn't an attractive style
So I took it off that very day.
I knew the perfect place to shop
Called My Inner Spirit Mart.
Where time for you can simply stop
With the pursuit of creating art.
When my heart is heavy or feeling faint
When my life has blown a fuse.
I reach for brushes and my paints
Then call upon my muse.
Those who write, stitch and paint,
Or dance with greatest ease.
Find an inner way to heal
Because our soul is what we please.
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