The Art Studio

I walked into the art studio

bombarded immediately by an ambush of colors.

This is where the magic happens

this is where all the artists go.

The smells of paint and oil

slowly wafted into my nose

I turned and saw my friend

paint delicately splattered on her clothes.

"Oh how I wish I had this talent!"

I think as I look admiringly at my friend's masterpiece

the walls of art that never seem to cease. 

Though I cannot create with a brush or paint

I can write words that take people on a journey

I can make the most evil person look like a saint.

And though our talents are different

everyone is unique; for we all have a story to tell,

whether it's on pages of paper 

or with paint in an art studio.

Reviews

[LuLuIcey]

I love your last sentences about our story. No matter where we are, when we are, we are all creating our own, unique story.