Boundless

The world on paper is unbound
As free as imagination allows
Limitless like the great blue sky
Yet for a holder of a pen
For the narrator of a play
You’re confined
Restricted by words you said
Enclosed by rules you set

The world outside is vast
With mountains as high as the clouds
With seas deep and dark
Many faces and their numerous stories
Many paths and walkways unexplored
Yet for an explorer you’re bordered
Surrounded by walls as thin as paper
One by the name of fear

Unwilling to taint the canvas
Hesitant to take it away
In a small white room I stayed
Alone with gloomy thoughts
Circled by the intimidating blank
Petrified by the what-ifs and could-bes
Crumpled by the weight of stillness

The world is broad and infinite
But would you be willing to make it so


Author note:
The world on paper is unbound
As a writer my world is as wide and free as I allow it
So why do I feel like it is small?

Canary

Canary is an amateur writer. She makes poems sometimes too.

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Comments (3)

  1. Hawk · Dec 27, 2017

    Love this one!

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  2. \( ̄▽ ̄)/ Well done!

    Reader's note: Do you want an honest answer, Burdie?

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    • Canary · Proofreader · Nov 25, 2017

      Yay my first comment! Thank you >w<
      Sure!

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