Calligraphy Poem by Rachel Mac

Recently, not long ago, I walked into art,
And looked my teacher in the eye, when he said that we have parts,
That represent who we are, and who we strive to be,
And that he would teach us to show them in calligraphy.

To have each line show what you feel, and what you desperately need,
From every memory and joyous moment, to every heartfelt plead.

So I drew a repeating pattern of endlessly swirling thread.
That represents what I feel inside my cluttered head.
The finely drawn lines and words, were impossible to decode,
I drew and sketched, and sketched and drew, in my focused mode.

The result was, who I am, and who I strive to be,
Traits and deciding factors, entwined so intricately.