Paper and Pencil
My cupboards are littered with things,
Good things I have been saving,
Pencils too pretty to sharpen,
Notebooks too pristine to fill,
Feeling I didn't have anything important enough to write,
I was saving these beautiful thing,
For when my thoughts would match their beauty,
For when my words would be deserving,
Of sharpening the pencil and filling those pages,
While I was waiting, my thoughts had nowhere to go,
Nowhere to explore,
Nowhere to grow,
Without using up the sheets of paper and sharpening all pencils down to stubs,
My words were never going to start transforming into the beauty I longed for,
So I sharpened my most precious pencil and started writing in the whitest of all notebooks,
This poem that you are reading here now,
Wondering where it will take you,
Every mark on this page is an adventure,
A trial, a test , a jump, a leap
No matter where it takes me,
It has broken open the seal.
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I think these words connect with so many of us, all of us who are mortified to take that first step and can find all kinds of excuses to retain status quo. Thank you for breaking open your whitest notebook to bring this poem to us. I feel a sense of calm and clarity after reading it.
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