the creator
she was not a creator of words
but instead
it was as if a library thrived
within the threshold of her mind
each book; a different memory
helping her form
the most intricate of phrases.
no
she was not a creator of words
she was a creator of a different realm entirely
where words grew like wildflowers
building the most beautiful garden
filled with the beauty of her imagination
trapped within her mind.
This poem is about:
Me