Before Pen Met Paper

January 7, 2011
I was faceless.
A blank page,
worth nothing.
A mere sillhouette,
living in a world
of color.
Whose name,
not even I

I was nothing
greater than a
coarse grain,
lost in the
deserts of time.
The sandstorm
carried me where
it liked; I had
no say.

I was nothing.
Not even a wall,
whose purpose is to stand.
Not even a shadow,
whose purpose is to
Not even a rock,
whose purpose is to

I wasn't.
I didn't exist.

Until pen
met paper,
and my life

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FireandWater This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 10:51 am
beautiful, well written, i can see it.  like very much, keep writing!
hancampbell replied...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 6:51 pm
Thank you so much! (:
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