THE BLANK PAGE
“Take my space!” I said
Draw…?
Write…?
Sketch…?
“Do what you will,” they said.
But I’m confined… confined by the words. confined by the page. Confined by the space I’ve been given.
So I must be Creative…..
SPREAD OUT!
SCREAM OUT!
DANCE ABOUT and SHOUT!
“THIS IS MY SPACE
AND I’M TAKING IT!!!”