My Lesson -- Emma Ferreira

My Lesson

Let me let you in on a little something

I’m no teacher, I’m just here to enlighten

See we’re all gathered here today because we’ve got something in common

Now, don’t cringe, we don’t share the same DNA

We create

We are artists

Now, don’t get too caught up in what that all means

Let me break it down for you. because we, are a special breed

See we are artists who use our pages as canvas, our brushes, pens

We let our words flow out of our hands

We are unique

Our prose shares the quote that we seek

Pardon me, quotation

Because what is better than big cups of coffee, your hand cramping, the ink racing your thoughts to the end of the line

Be patient

It will all come together, each letter wrapping you in a blanket

You are protected

Each artist has their arsenal, their shelter from the rest of the world

My weapon, is poetry

See, my words are not words

My words are thoughts, my words are feelings

Pages filled with analogies and metaphors thick with meaning

When I write, my soul expands, reaching for your hand

I want to take you on this journey

See this piece of me

My poems take you behind closed doors, universes they can’t even begin to imagine

This is not a lie

This is Venus, too dim to the naked eye

Now I said before that I’m no teacher but my poetry allows me to open up and reach deeper

I learn about myself every time pen hits page

What makes me tick, feel sick, think quick, it all clicks

I also learn which words rhyme with tick

But by the time I hit the stage I am a master

No room for disaster

Because I, because we, are artists

This is my expression

This is our creation

We do this all for the sweet sensation

The freedom of knowing we let it go

The sweet release of whatever is between these sheets of paper

Finally getting out what is trapped within

These dark cluttered attics of thought just got swept out by our pens

Never condemn the artist within

Always defend your thoughts, your feelings, metaphors and prose

Now I said in the beginning that we all shared something in common

It’s this

This feeling, this nuance, this nostalgic feeling of expression

This is my lesson

Ball up your fist

Hold onto this feeling and never let it go

Never stop creating

When pen hits page you are master of your stage

Because you are an artist