6.5.2015





There are times when a fear hits me
That I have said all that I can
The blank page stares back
Daunting with space and daring me to dream again
What is left to be said?
Are all of the stories inside of me told?
But my pen cannot be denied
And I call into the void where past and imagination meet
To see what adventures can fill the page

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