Pillars

Look here my friend!

Look here at my
shiny new pen
that weaves
in and out of
these lined pages
with a smooth
and soft cadence,
leaving only
eloquence in
my path

And pillars,
stacks upon stacks
of these black
and white books
fill my world
of brightness
and color.

And you,
my mom,
my dad,
my brother
don’t know what
I’m capable of.

I
strut up and down
these paths of the world,
leaving you
words in a compact
form that let you
know it’s gonna
be okay. The
world is a better
place than what you think.
Don’t cry my sweet.
It’s just a dream.