Work in progress

This one is actually for someone. Although I wonder if I'll ever have the courage to let her read it...

If this is who I am, who am I to be?
Could it truly be I'm only limited by me?
If I could craft a picture without saying it was I,
where would I dare put myself in days not yet passed by?

What medium would I use, pencil, or pen?
What of marks I did not mean? What happens then?
And if some crucial focal point of my life departs,
what could it hope to represent in then symbolic arts?

Do I leave it all to chance and fill the lines with hope?
How am I to deal with change? How then must I cope?

If I could craft a picture without saying it was me,
would I dare to make strokes bold and wide? To let my soul be free?

Author's Note

Always interested to hear your thoughts.
~Blessed Be