Paper

I love white paper,
Blank. Untouched.
Unscathed by the vicious hand,
That is the writer.
That is the artist.
That is the child.

White paper,
I can make it feel the way I want to
Look the way I feel
And change everything.

Paper,
When I look down on you
And read not what I like
I can grasp you in my hands
Mash you into a ball and toss you
Far across the room.

Blank Paper,
I am your fate,
I am your God.