Freedom of Drawing

The freedom of Drawing makes me ecstatic.
Even when the day is quite dramatic.
Because I can be who I truly desire,
Without anyone pressuring me down to the wire.
The leeway of drawing presents me power
To illustrate a landscape or sketch a delicate flower.
My mother tells me to not take am hour or more,
So I simply shut out the world and close the door.
The rampancy of drawing calms me down
Stop the arch on my profile is never a frown.
It allows me time to ponder about myself,
So once more I can put a masterpiece upon the shelf.
The unrestricted margin of drawing letters me utter my feelings
As I start to work it gets me squealing.
Through paintings outlines or even a sculpture,
I can delineate a photo about my culture.