Sometimes is not about what is near or far
Or the sky or the ground below
But, about where you are
Funneling yourself to
Not with your eyes
But with your heart.
What do you see?
Can you paint it?
Sing a song about it?
Maybe write a poem
or a short insert of realism
Now that you’ve seen with your heart
Touch it with your soul
What colors will you paint with?
What grays will make the lines and curves?
What melody will rise and fall?
What mood will the words create?
What truth will you be able to say?
Remember, it’s not always about what
Is near or far, above or below
But where you are presently living
Or have you run and hide
To not be hurt or heard
Come and create
Then, I can
While I take
time to be