Artist. Healer.

I'm an artist first
A healer second
Who says it can't happen?
Send them my way, the naysayers and sooth seekers
Those who find it hard to fathom that all gifts don't  belong patterned
I can do them both and even more
I write, I sing
I read and learn but, also show for show
I want to sing out loud and dance with the crowds
But also need time alone and to hold on to my god-gifted crown
I want to hold a baby in my arms and help them speak
I want her ears to ring when it snows
and help her with the capture of sounds
And even their peaks
But I also want to be who I was meant to be;
I want to sing
I want to dance
I want to write and share this with the world
I want but more so need
To share this belief and truth with the world

That I'm an artist first
A healer second
Who says it can't happen?
Send them my way, the naysayers and sooth seekers
Those who find it hard to fathom that all gifts don't  belong patterned
I'm an artist first, a healer second
I'm an artist with thirst
A healer criss-crossed
I'm an artist, I'm a healer
I'm here now
Whether you believe or don't believe m-er
I'm here
I'm here