Here, my soul's art of writing poetry is personified. My Soul has this beautiful talent but she doesn't want to it show it to the world.

They thought her to be my talent,
But who was she in real?
My grief or my glee?
A dream or just a dream?
I ain't that Big Picture Girl.
Behind the arras, thither I belong.
Yes, it's handwritten, only for some.
But written by me, only for none.
Had she not been so soulful,
I would have been anonymous.
What if she had been soulful?
I'ld still have been anonymous.
Invincibility, that is what I am.
Invisibility, that is where I am.