She Scraps In Silence

I found this poem that was written by Thena and it reminded me SO much of myself. I just wanted to share it!

She scraps in silence in the night,
With family sleeping in their beds,
Working by a soft dim light;
The dog sitting by her wishes to be fed
And whines for her to make it right,
But settles for a nap instead.

One piece of paper, then one more or less
Inspired by those whose pages rock,
She is overwhelmed by books she will confess,
But hopes that fame at her door will knock
As she struggles to artistically her soul express,
And strives to overcome her scrapping block

And on that note and with that thought in mind,
She tears and paints and embosses yet again.
Her inspiration she does seem to find
And a victory she sees that she will win.
No longer does she feel she's in a bind
For once more creating is her friend.

Thena