power of the pen

when I put my hand to paper

a whole new world appears.

I'm not limited to reality

or by my hopes, my dreams, my fears.

at fifteen the doodles on the pages

were seen as immature

teacher said to erase them

and my vision became blurred.

I thought that others would embrace creativity

but some, no they do not

in my room where only proponents are

the pen moves and ideas are caught.

if this world at my desk

were to be removed

my ideas, hopes, dreams, fears

would not know what to do

I need that pen and paper

and would take it to the deserted island

so my ideas could roam like wild animals

and writing becomes my land

take away all material possessions

but the words and doodles must remain

for sanity's sake, of course

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