Writing on White

Some can dance or sing or play

Some can run or make straight A’s

But then there are those who write

Who create colors on paper so white

That’s where I feel most at home

Between the words and scribbled notes

It’s more than just a phrase or two

It means much more to me maybe you

Because when the pen hits its ground

The feelings I once lost can now be found

And when the words refuse to end

I know there’s more around the bend

Every rhyme takes out a feeling of mine

Every line breaks through these walls inside

Every dot brings out a captive thought

Every blot reveals what all else could not

The ink may run out and dry up quick

But what flows through my veins is far too thick

It lives inside below my fingertips

And no human nor ghost can make me quit

So I’ll keep on letting my hands run fast

They always answer the questions I’ve asked

Now that you’ve heard what some letters can do

Will you let them in to change you, too?