Opening my bland underestimated mind
to a world of endless imagination
Never letting me be left alone
in a dark chamber locked in chains
Always something to write about even when I feel that
all inviting door are locked shut
Every word is like a stepping stone
that helps me across the creek
Every finished page is like climbing a ladder
to the top of an overlooking tower
Every minute spent is like another mile
in a ruck march
The pencil is my Excalibur
The eraser is my shield
The blank sheet of paper
my intimidating dragon
Writing opens my bland and dormant mind
With sparks that soar in the sky
Bringing excitement to the eyes of every crowd
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In Between Loving Dreams
PuisiThe coming of age is the best time to find things you love. Whether its your hobbies or even your future sweetheart. The coming of age is when you decide if your dreams will come true or if they fall into the abyss. The coming of age is sucky someti...
