My Door
A sheet of paper is my door
To an undiscovered world.
An idea is the lock.
A pen is the key.
A pen in my left hand,
Blank paper before me.
My mind reels at the possibilities.
To write is not the question.
To pick a single idea of many,
Is.
Without this door to my imagination,
Without this key to my thoughts,
My sanity would be overtaken
By the words
Longing to be heard.
My whims as a poet.
My true love as a romantic.
My torrential downpour of teen angst.
My musings as a writer.
My theories as a scientist.
My feelings as a lover.
My heart as a fighter.
To have my door closed
Would be to drown
In an ocean of words.
To be locked in a room
Full of a thousand voices
Screaming for attention
With no escape.
A piece of paper
Is not simply
A piece of paper.
It is my freedom,
My undiscovered journey,
My reason to live,
My door.