I tried my hand, a new pursuit,

Brush to canvas, colours to fruit.

But strokes went wayward, hues askew,

Masterpiece in progress, not to construe.

Yet still I soldier on, mistakes persist,

For in clumsy strokes, I find my true gist.

In missteps and failures, growth can transpire,

The beauty in imperfection, my art to inspire.

With each stroke gone astray, I embrace the fire.

Burning brightly, fueling my artistic desire.

In the chaos of creation, I find my solace,

In the flames of passion, my art takes it's promise.

In the dance of colours, I find my release,

Embracing imperfections, my soul finds peace.