A Blank Piece of Paper
It was a world unto itself
Filled with untold possibilities
Of unknown futures
Or magnificent adventures
Of past journeys
That have never occurred
It was… a blank piece of paper!
Here
I was God!
Foretelling stories
That have never been told
Except in my dreams
And to those
Whom I have told these stories to
It was… a blank piece of paper
It was all laid bare
In the emptiness of white
… Nothing
Not even so much as a period
Could be found
It was a world of white promises
That waited for a tale to begin
A white piece of paper
That called to me
Over and over and over again
As I sat at my desk
Pen in hand
And keyboard at the ready
It was hope
It was aspiration
It was desire
It was longing
It was a wish coming true
It was… a blank piece of paper
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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