Creation

A blank, white page.
Full of life. Full of potential.
You can be anything!
You appear to have structure, but you aren’t strict enough to ENFORCE IT.

My pen in hand is the maker,
And you are the clay
Molding to each of my words, coming to life by a word here, and a scribble there.
Another swift movement…
More personality.
No one is quite like you
With your shape.
With these words,
This handwriting.
Look at you! Not so innocent anymore.
You are covered in marks and scratches. The ink is everywhere on you!
But don’t worry. For even if no one else likes you, I created you.
And I love you with all your marks.