I am a Creator

I don't see the world the way that you do.

I see colors and shapes 

I see people and places

Where others may only see a brick wall

Or a fall.

I look in the mirror and the shapes spiral out

The words pour from my fingertips like water from a spout.

My brush and my pencils are powerful things.

My pen is a sword

I don't have a voice

But I have these outlets

And I will strive to ignite a spark within the hearts of all who see

Who feel

Who taste

Who hear

Who touch.

We have a purpose. All of us. One by one.

We were all created by the Creator to have a set place in life

And I was created

To be a Creator

This poem is about: 
Me
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