Within my hands

inspirations lies within the bundle of papers in my hands

thousands of words united together

to bring forth a story

within each sentence,

a message hidden solely for my eyes

peeking out between the pages

shouting loud enough

for my music filled ears to listen

an order to be bold

an order to create something

an order to do more

an order to be more

each page flutters to a close

as I rise up

take a deep breath

and search for a pencil and paper

I have my own story to write