A/N- Another poem for European Literature. My teacher really likes poems, apparently. Haha.
My Own Creation
To write is to create.
A whole world
That bends to my will,
Where I have the power
to do what I can't in reality.
Such fantasies you can lose yourself in,
Where you can be
What you can't here,
Because everyone wishes to escape
From these chains tying us to this earth.
Crossing, erasing, crumpling,
Never satisfied with my words.
Ink flows from my pen endlessly,
Staining the paper
With my imagination—
Forming worlds of my creation,
Where they are not ruled by reality
But where they are controlled by my dreams.
So I write my stories
And I spread them around,
Because there is nothing greater
Than a dream that is shared among the many,
And the satisfaction you feel
From creating something from your own hands.