Sometimes I wonder…
“ what hidden colors lie beneath,
on the empty page at which I stare?”
Does my pencil do the writing?
Or are the words
already placed on each specific page?
Do you just have to etch off the covering film,
revealing the vocabulary?
Does this vacant page have a destiny to be a book,
or a poem,
or perhaps, a letter?
I believe this vacuous paper is hiding
a colorful world of paints and stories and
Imagination.
Creativity is synonymous to blank.
Some people would never look twice at a bare page.
“There is nothing there,”
they would say.
But, there is.
Potential lies beneath
the spotless blanket you call
a blank page.
