Draw My Life

Poetic thoughts form onto my blank page

By hand and pencil sitting in a trance.

Lines curve, twist, and loop to erase my cage,

Gray shapes emerge full of life for a dance.

 

Young children scribble bold with many tools

Of vibrant colors, so that dreams are real.

Young adults calm nerves at schools with strict rules

By restless doodles in notes that appeal.

 

I'm both the small child and the awkward teen

Whose best friend is a pencil- my life's key.

The pencil strongly marks the gap between

My dreamland and the life set before me.

 

Expressive notions fill up empty space

From my two different worlds without a trace. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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