Intellectual Introspection

from that day

I recall the day
I picked up a pen.
it called me, and told me
to hold it.
I walked and agreed to
give it a try.

I taught myself, that I could
create my own world
from what I see.
something other than
what I pretend to be,
in this unique dimension.
sewing words into a paper
aided in my happiness and released tension.

we are told to
inspire
dream
and think of the unthinkable;
how do we even know where to start?
I see inspiring authors
and I wonder who I am.
who am I called to be?
I picked up a pen...
and discovered that should be me.