Find joy 

In the void of space

Where creativity dwells

And imagination slumbers

Within the umbral depths

Of a lonely teddy bear

Though there is nothing

There lies potential 

For something

To be made

But only

If we were so brave 

To make that something ours

We wouldn't be cornered

Staring at blank spaces

In this vacuum

Of childhood scribbles.

I usually have more symbolism, but as of late my poet's hand isn't awake a lot of the time. My mind is drawing a blank...