Am I an Artist?

How does a blank soul become an artist
does she wipe out the blank page with her tears
or wipe away the simplistic feeling of loneliness
unto the open world
holding her scars as treasures instead of as
marks of shame.

Does she smile when she sings?
or does she get so in rolled into the world that she closes her eyes
and pictures the words as a dance
almost like a dancer, creating a picture for the world to see,
full of sweat and tears.

Does she know how to play the guitar?
The trumpet?
The piano?
or can she not know any of it..
just using her voice as her only weapon
in order to tell her timeline
as they happened through out her life.

Maybe I'm an artist
Maybe I'm not cut out to be one.