Swallow that harsh fear
Let the rain wash it away
Live well in the now
The breeze is warm, and loving
Stand then poet, sing with me
Fearfulness abounds —
of taking up too much space,
of being too loud,
but yes, you are here, and I,
and subtle arts beckon us...
Subtle arts spoke loud
I invite you, take up space
Let us share our joy
And our sorrows and our fears
Emotions drive all our art!