Invigorating
Eyes like a pond,
A portal to my mind,
A flickering light,
Coruscating in the bleak,
Monotonous
Essence of my imagination,
All color fading away,
Yet a sparkle,
From withing the depth of my heart,
Flowing into my mind,
Ideas vigorously scratched onto paper.
A love for creating.
My mind has grown,
And it is not finished.
This poem is about:
Me