Potential

There is potential in a blank sheet of paper-
It could become so many different reflections of the heart
Sometimes the images are painted in words,
And sometimes they are reflected with paint
Often they take a form that only their creator understands
Whether the medium be pencil or pen or pastel
Charcoal, chalk or crayon
The blank page waits only for someone willing to pour their heart upon it
So while my bookshelves are populated with the written word
And volumes of art not my own
The books I cherish most are those half empty
Those waiting for me to find the courage to fill them
 
 
 

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