Back To The Drawing Board

I used to love to draw. I drew portraits, caricatures, and I can't hold a pen or pencil without doodling. I used to love to draw family members or sketch a muscular guy. I was really into it once upon a time. Over the last few years I gotten away from it. Just busy. And my eyes are not very good. But lately I've been determined to get back into it. I am not good enough to ever be professional. It's just for fun. But it's a great way to relieve stress and express creativity. I don't think I will ever let it go again. I feel like I was missing a part of myself for a long time.

So, what do you do that lets you express your creative side? Of course, I also write, and I act when I get the chance. I want writing to be my career. Drawing is a hobby. A fun one. If you don't currently do anything creative, I encourage to find something that calls to you...poetry, song lyrics, art...whatever. Just find your voice and let the world hear you.

Sparrow

I wrote this poem about 12 years ago. It is included at the end of my short story, Shattering Inside (in the Kindle edition...not a part of the actual story, just bonus material). It's actually a song. So when I read it, I always hear the melody in my mind. I call it a poem, but I don't really know much about poetry. I don't know much about structure or meter. Anyway, this is a snapshot of my heart. That is how I see it. I hope you like.

Sparrow
by Lisa Seigrist Ahne

Sometimes I feel a void deep within me.
I search to find this thing
Missing in my heart.
Still you walk
You walk beside me.
You never seem to mind
That I'm wishing on a star.

Take my hand
Whisper softer
Can't you see
The restlessness in me?

I'm beautiful
So you tell me.
I have a right to go on singing if I want.
I'm a handful
When you hold me.
But I never fly away when you don't.

I know you fight
To understand me.
You never know
Just what to expect.
There are fears
Locked inside me.
Will I ever be
A woman I respect?

Take my hand.
Hold me tighter.
You can soothe
The restlessness in me.

I'm beautiful
So you tell me.
I have a right to go on dancing if I want.
I'm a handful
When you hold me.
But I never fly away when you don't.

Peace and joy
Love and laughter
At night I thirst for more.
I still believe in happy ever after.
It's all I'm thirsting for.

I'm beautiful
So you tell me.
I have a right to go on living if I want.
I'm a handful
When you hold me.
But I never fly away when you don't.

I won't fly away if you won't.

Can You See Me?

Can you see me? I feel invisible. Wandering in this world of people, a few meet my eyes. Their gazes glance off me like stones skipping across a still pond. Maybe I’m not really here. Then someone speaks to me as I collide with their day. It feels forced. Awkward. What do they see? What’s wrong with me? I tell myself, “Don’t talk too much.” I tell myself, “Hang back.” So, I just breathe in. Breathe out. Touching no one. And no one touches back.