I am a writer
Hand on the paper, crisp and clean
Grip the smooth pen grip I am in control
I see what I’ve written
I know each detail
The sights become real around me
I am the paper
I am a creator
A flying hand
Giving life
Giving death
Cheering in joy
Crying in sadness
Pages turning, worlds unfolding
All before me
Anything is possible
Go past ink on paper
To places unimagined
Hear the laughter
See the sunset
Feel the sadness
Taste the rain
Become the paper
Be the story
I am a writer