YOU DON'T KNOW ME

a poem by Olga

You don’t know me, I say, in the way 
the Creator knows me in every sway.

a visual 
compelling 
creative soul
thrifty and multifaceted
 a story to unfold. 

I stop at every wildflower's bloom, 
captivated by nature's vibrant costume. 
shadows dancing in the soft sunlight 
I pause...
embracing the tranquil sight.  

The flush of orange hues in the morn, 
a canvas of dawn, a new day born. 
sounds of hummingbirds in the air, 
waves crashing, a melody so rare.  

I gather shells and petals with delight,
my bedroom adorned with ocean's light. 
a wild symphony of debris from the sea,
nature's whispers echoing within me.  

I have much to say, words on the tip, 
yet elusive, like a fleeting wisp. 
they slip away
like a gentle stream 
you see
you don't know me in every dream. 

I rise with ideas, eager and bright
to shape them 
to share them
let them take flight.
Yet shadows creep in, doubt at the door,
whispering flaws, leaving me sore. 

I'm hasty, I change, like the tides of the sea,
Yet today I'm reminded that this is just me.
For creative souls are  
daring
bold
not perfect
but chasing the visions they hold.

I need not be flawless, just striving to grow,
For creativity's a seed we continually sow.
it's absorbed
it's cultivated
a garden that's tilled
a journey of wonder
a life to be filled.

For the Creator sees the depths within, 
knows the stories beneath my skin. 
In the pauses
the stops
in nature's embrace 
He knows me beyond words, in boundless grace.