SOMETIMES IT'S ALL I HAVE

Sometimes, it's all I have
Words formed into art

My only real expression 

Upon a canvas, called the heart

Words alone, how can they tell 

For the mind to fully see

For the heart to feel so deeply

Until it weaves a story

Some can not feel or understand 

What my words were trying to say 

They didn't know that's all I had

For me to give away 

Sometimes, it's all that's left of me

Are my words created into art

It's all I have to leave behind

When it's time for me to part

I hoped that they would all be hung

Like fine art upon a wall

But if the truth be known 

They may not matter at all

I want to hold them near to me

God gave me every word

It was I, who treasured them the most 

It was my spirit stirred