Creativity

It is a magic trick of the mind
To create something
Out of a limitless void
Where there was nothing before.
Out of the shadows come monsters
With bared teeth
And stories to tell.
They roam lands near and far
The likes of which have never been seen
Spreading pain and the kind of terror
That forges heroes.
Now appear those who will slay them
The witches and aliens and occasional humans
Ready to have their souls spilled onto the page
Whether by pencil or ink.
Their fates are but half-formed ideas
That entertain me in my waking hours
And untangle themselves in my dreams.
They are my friends and my comforts
Reminding me what is possible
When I am brave enough to bend reality.

This poem is about: 
Me

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