Every poem is you

The critique idea right before the ink touches the paper

Ones thought to greet with respect or ignorance

The subtle flow of words as age progresses

Yet the talent is hidden within each line

Scratch marks and white out comes to the natural beauty of one’s self

The left over ink and black lines are waiting for you to create your life

Confidence to fill up the paper even when you have nothing left, keep writing (pushing)

Making mistakes and crossing out what doesn’t matter is what’s significant

Thinking of what I can do to make it better

Being proficient about decisions for you and not others

Towards the end of the pen is the opening for each drop of ink

Each drop is a new adventure of you

Will you grab the pen and start your adventure?