My Mentor, The Drop

A drop of ink spilt on a page

It's properties spreading 

The paper soaking it up

The ink expanded 

That drop could of been many things

A dancing willow 

A leaping letter

But it was just

A drop

On one page

So little 

Not even noticeable 

Can we give recognition to it as a change?

But it did change something.

It changed my feelings as an expresser .

 It allowed me release 

it provide comfort and hope

It gave space to form new ideas.

It was a possibility 

Endless possibilities.

That drop was a guide for something to follow.

That drop changed everything 

That drop became this poem

That drop served as a way to express ideas.

That drop was one of many that helped me think.

That drop lead me to understand so many feelings