As the lines begin to get thicker with each swipe of my brush

Every strike of my pencil. Every swipe of my stylus  

The journey of growth grows ever more Strenuous 

As the influx of knowledge floods through filed away and stored 

The fatigue and frustration kicks in

The act itself invites many individuals  

Whether welcome or unbidden 

The whispers come in many forms 

Curious or my all time favorite condescending 

I try not to pay them any mind 

Yet their whispers infiltrate my fortress 

Its once serene and beautiful exterior 

Now covered in thorns and vines 

Leaving the once charming domain 

Marred beyond recognition