• I am a poem
    Elusive and grand
    Bringing you beauty, but only if read
    Hidden…
    Forgotten…
    No one will ever see me.

    I am a star
    Glittering, out of your reach
    Watching but never taking part
    Lonely.
    Cold?
    No one can reach me.

    I am a blank sheet of paper
    Clean and empty of everything
    Waiting for a pencil or a pen
    Just waiting…
    Waiting…
    Waiting for inspiration.