Pen and Paper
Pen in hand.
Blank paper before me.
As my pen hits the paper, words begin to flow.
As if it were a river of language flowing from my mind to my hand;
And onto the paper before me.
Words become sentences.
Sentences become paragraphs.
Paragraphs that becomes a story.
A story to be told.
In short: my story.
This poem is about:
Me