Some say I am gifted, but if they only knew.
The Poet behind the Words, the Artist of my Sketch.
Is not the person who signs his name… to take the credit.
I am just the vehicle they use to arrive.
A gate, you see, from that which wants to…
Be written, to that which has already.
I see the pen moving as we speak,
My hand holds it, but I am not in control.
It is the Poem, Song or Art. It is the creativity…
Running through me, wasting not time to get out.
In a larger scope I am the pen.
So hold your praise, if it’s for me.
Speak only to what is written or drawn…
For it tries to speak to you!
By: Scott Christiansen
Scott Christiansen's poetry is printed here by permission. Please do not take without written approval of the author. You may visit his website at www.connectwithscott.com