I Consider It So, Regardless

Look past the dramatic abyss
And the long never ending lists
Of the differences

Between
"Art" and "writing"

There are similarities there
If you look
That are way beyond compare
Just find the right book

You'll find pictures and writing together

Matching without a glimmer of doubt
The strides of which each take
In the shape of the ARTIST
Who put them there

Each may have a different life
Or life style per-say
But all are indeed art in a way

That small distant bridge that you see
When looking afar
Standing from where you are

Might be minuscule
Might not be grand
But it IS

Sturdy
It can hold your weight
And many others
As well as your hand

Try not to separate
Instead of unite
Seeking out differences
Along through the night

Think instead
Of the wonders we have
Of the art
If I may
Indeed say it that way
That affects you and me
most drastically

You say
We express our emotions
More blatantly
More bold

But I wish to point to another perspective
One you might not have thought
Since you dabble in words

Only them
Nothing else

You might not see
How it maybe COULD be

That artists
No matter the medium
Have feelings and dreams

Some are scared
To open up
Let people in

Though there are some that are not

That window to you're soul
Is not direct
Just because
Of how you express
Your feelings in your artwork

Or vice-versa
I think

That maybe you and I
Are not so exceedingly different
As you presume

You say you layer your feelings
Maybe
Just maybe
I might too

That bold stroke of color
The shadows that are behind

Maybe it isn't what you see
Tell me
Are you're eyes yet refined?

We both weave a tapestry of sorts
Either in your words
Or mine

Your self proclaimed "horrid scribbles"
Or my doodles and sketches

We both have layers
Things we want to share
But yet
We are scared

It matters not how
It matters not where

Not even who does it
Or even who cares

But I think
Even if it's just me
That we both are artists
In the world they claim as theirs

We should build that bridge up
So it's not just sturdy
But to make it
Grand
Sturdy
And expansive enough

To shoulder the world
To span the huge crevice
On which you are determined
To believe is there

So we can be artists and writers alike
No difference between
The words that you write
And the pictures I've seen

Lastly
You stated that you
Are not YET one of "us"

But
In my eyes
You were
And are
And will be forever more

An artist.