the mere speaking of words and exchanging ideas

was more of a craft project than a work of art

I felt like a pre-schooler with my dulled edged scissors and glue

there was no Picasso

No Van Gogh

but the items in by basket were created from my heart

I figured that if I kept on

eventually I would become a master, right?

How does one become more apt at what they are doing

When has one become and expert?

practice seems to be pointless if no progress is made

swimming upstream to reach fresh water

has a point, no?

it never ceases to confound me how the animals of our universe master

the instinct of life

they never question their reserve

and I must try and replicate their tenacity

I must try to be instinctual about my choices

about my passions

about my talents

become true to my name

Lioness

 

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash.