Can I Be Inspirational?

I never knew I could inspire.
Me. The emotionally-removed,
Highly objective, and data-driven
Human?

Inspirational?
Ridiculous, I'd say...

I believed my words
Were nothing more than
Lines painted on canvas
Fallen trees with no one around
Single clouds during a thunderstorm.

Time after time, I am shocked
I care more about my actions
And use my being as a channel
For wholehearted meaning.
Not my words.

Until I realized what they see
Is what they believe;
Little by little
The impressions of small
Actions create something,

Momentous.
Incredible, I utter to my shadow.

My heart guides the brush,
My steps are wary of the ants,
And one cloud can begin
The roar.