The sky is charcoal
A slate as yet untouched
Chalk lying on the ground
I pick it up and wonder what to write
In the vastness
Unsure what to create
With the boundless potential
Paralyzed
Upon closer inspection the stars appear
Mapping out a celestial dot-to-dot
And all my worry melts away
As realization dawns with the morning
That I am just a child
Asked only to connect the dots
Already laid out for me
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2 comments:
Janna, this poem is beautiful. I hope you write more.
thanks, tyler. i've got a long ways to go, but one must start somewhere.
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