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!!!”