I dream in the words you speak

Then I paint them with the colors of my imagination

I swim in the crumpled pages of rejection

Hoping to find some inspiration

It will one day come to me, I know

But the question is whether or not I can add color to the thought

Make it my own, I know I can

But how I will is what I may not find

Observations, analyzations

Switching on more parts of the brain

Forcing my mind to work even harder

Making it search for the paint I need

Pastels, crayons, pencils, markers

Still, nothing fits in with the topic

Once as I was loosing hope

Alas, a bucket of magnificent color

To paint your thoughts to make them mine

A/N

Hello, my pencils! This was literally the way I was feeling before I wrote this poem! Writers block can really suck. Until you find that piece of inspiration that brings it all together, that is! I hope the metaphors weren't too confusing haha! See you later!

~Ana xx