What a beautiful mystery it is
To stare at this blank page,
Like staring at an audience on an empty stage,
Not really sure of what to say,
Yet so many ideas to display
And before you know it….. the page is full,
Overtaken by the power of words,
Dominated by so many thoughts.
It may seem absurd,
But they rush on the paper and take their rightful space,
Flying away from a beautiful chaotic mind to find a safe place.
They’re all in haste,
To make sure no idea goes to waste,
Expressing each thought in a different way,
Each revealing a unique taste.
As the pen forms each of them,
They lay on the thick white sheet,
Creating a sweet anthem.
Arranging all the ideas, making them clear and neat.
Blissful to the writer as he examines his work of art,
Knowing this one will definitely top the charts
And warm so many readers' hearts.
He drops his pen and feels pacified,
Taking one last glance at each creative part.
He feels satisfied…
Remember what I said earlier?
I may not have much to say,
But the words fill the page.
My ideas always make a way,
To leave the readers with a beautiful message.
