A blank page.
The dark lines stoic, the white spaces screaming up at me
A shiver of possibility races down my spine,
I prepare myself for the worst.
The pencil lands gracefully,
And delicate words start pouring themselves into reality.
The page needs the words to live, the words need the page to flourish
No one can stop them.
The tiny little letters,
Race across the page scrambling to form a thought.
They’re children playing in the sun
Ignited by their innocence.
In a world of constant oppression,
The Devil’s boot crushing me as he laughs above
These white lines are my savior
here I am untouchable.
My heart is pounding,
Rings of sharp emotion echo, them crashing together like waves
I need this, I need you, without these liles-
I am empty.
Intimidation may stand but
A lilac flower blooms from the root of my soul
Inside this infinite space,
I am free.
