Thursday

Pencil to Paper


Pencil to Paper
what a fantastic love affair
to give life to an object
to give meaning -

I lay my soul down for all to see
on this paper
each revealing line sends me skyward

Reader -
if for some reason I cannot love you
by day
if society prevents it
if my self-consciousness withholds me
take to heart these words
you have not been forgotten;

Pencil to paper
a polychromatic dream
to give hope to a wounded soul
to lay at rest your fears for a while;

You know me -
I'm the adventurer
basking in the sun of life
but I'm shipwrecked half the time
it's fascinating, but it scares me
come,
be my rescue team;

Pencil to paper
unfolds me like an origami swan
delicately, I am revealed
crease by crease,
I make myself known
to touch the light
instead of it touching me
to light the light
or, better yet, out-light it
that is my dream

Pencil to paper
is my reality
in mother's arms,
yet total rebellion;
a forgotten dream,
a lover's cry in the dark,
a sleepless night;
all the truth in the world lives
in my pencil to paper existence

- March 1, 1984, A.D.

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