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.