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I had a piece of paper
And was told to make it more
So with a shaky hand
I began my own decor

It didn’t take me long
To notice I’d been sloppy
I could not erase it
And had only this one copy

With no way to start over
I panicked and got scared
Then I just ignored it
Pretending not to care

But I could’t let it go
Failure haunted every thought
It whispered in my ear
And told me all the things I’m not

Anger grew inside me
So I went and grabbed a marker 
I used it as a weapon
Making mistakes darker

And before I knew it
I’d really messed things up
Because it bled with permanence
on everything it touched

I couldn’t take it back
It was time to get creative
So I turned over the page
The flaws were visible but faded

Determined to do better
And with a steady hand
I was careful with my strokes
And intentional as I began

I colored and I drew
Transforming as I went
And with each new line
I felt more connected to my pen

When the page was covered
I held it to the light
And seeing traces of the marker
Tried not to grimace at the site

As for the things I stained
I think that they’ve been treated
I left them in good hands
While I worked on what I needed

Now I have many pages
I get more each time they’re filled
That’s how I became an Artist
And show others that I’m skilled
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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