A lonely page in need of ink,
words start to form within a blink.
Blank paper fills with my hearts tune,
author unknown but clear and true.
Organize thoughts, emotions bloom,
let memories fall and erase gloom.
Feel so relieved but search for more,
imagination opens doors.
Grasp images of mute stories,
that carry pain mixed with glories.
A silent tale presently seen,
everyday life, a movie screen.
Open both eyes then look around,
vibrations match as my pulse pounds.
Pictures move fast, my mind keeps up,
the coffee stands cold in a cup.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy