Writing in a blank page almost feels like eternity

I stare and glare wondering when will I finish

But then I dream and think creatively.

I began to fill my page with images and silhouettes of this story

A story, a poem, a mystery I don’t even know

It’s more of thinking what is this poem I picture

What details do I want to reflect in my words?

Who am I speaking to…its only a poem.

But I think again, it is this poem

This poem that led to a possible future

A poem that led me to believe whenever I lost the hope

Its led me to climb the tallest building and feel invincible 

I have fought crime with poetry and have felt undefeated.

Taking chances thats what its all about,

Seeking oportunities was what I came about.

Poetry thats where it all began and thats where I will remain.