• The weight of trust rests upon me,
    A delicate thread spun from fragility.
    My hands tremble, my vision fades,
    Yet I move forward through shifting shades.

    Colors elude my searching eyes,
    A muted world where truth lies.
    Emotions churn like untamed seas,
    But lines and forms bring quiet peace.

    A pencil glides, my silent reprieve,
    Creating worlds where I believe.
    In every curve, in every line,
    I reclaim a strength that feels divine.

    The world demands a steady hand,
    Yet my stance is built on shifting sand.
    Still, in imperfection, I discover grace-
    A fleeting stillness, a sacred space.

    Though I am fragile, I endure,
    Through art, I heal, through flaws, I'm sure.
    Each sketch a whisper, soft, profound,
    A quiet triumph, unbound.

    -Corazon Pintados