empatheticpoetess

Poetry, Short Stories, Me unfiltered

Open Possibly, Neverending

I find the blankness of canvas comforting

It let’s me see there’s nothing but possibilities

On an open road with open space

And nothing confining

There’s room for one more story

There’s room for one more thing

What do we use to fill that space?

Do we comfort ourselves?

Do we take comfort to know the space is open?

How do we find that place so we don’t roam?

That place we find in the security of our time

As time ticks on closer to the end

I find these new possibilities and openness neverending

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This entry was posted on September 12, 2015 by in Blogging101, Poetry, Thoughts, Writing, Writing 101 and tagged , , , , .

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