The blank sheet…a poem

Painting, Easel, Artist, Drawing

it might not seem like it
but this is what each of our lives looks like
it’s not like tabla rasa
it’s more like a craft project
we can color our sheets
draw on them
write on them
tear them
collage them
do anything we want
to them
it’s up to each of us
what we do with the
single sheet
of blank paper
we get
when we’re born
sure
things come attached
to each of us
gender
race
health
and
all the other things
our DNA
puts into us
but no matter what
there’s always that
single blank page
waiting for us to fill
the trick is
to
NEVER
leave it blank
we can scribble safely
in the center
or
color all the way
to edges
what we do
with our sheets of paper
is up to
us
just don’t forget that
LIFE IS ART

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