Poetsy II

 If I knew how to draw a picture of how I feel, I would pick up a pencil and paper and begin sketching.   If I were capable of sculpting a solid figure of my thoughts, I would grab a hammer, some stone or granite, and start chiseling away.   If I could choreograph a dance or even a fight explaining what I want to say, I would rise, do some warmup exercises, and start moving.   Since I am able do none of these things, but I can write in a way that happens to hav