Self Portrait

This is my self-portrait,

On this paper, these words,

They might not make sense,

Just listen instead.

I’m an artist,

I paint with words,

My pen is my brush,

My paper, my canvas.

Delicate strokes hold many emotions,

Each different from the last.

I can rival Picasso, Matisse,

And Van Gogh. Just give me a pen,

A beautiful portrait will grow,

Sturdy as a shield, delicate,

Like a flower. Forget DaVinci,

Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo?

Raphael? Ha! Nothing can compare to this.

My words have power,

They can move, not just mountains,

But spirits, too.

This is my self-portrait.