I come to you,
The way I come
To the page.
Excited, without guilt,
Informed without being
Burdened by the past,
To make my art without
The grey loops of obligation,
Or the bitter taste of guilt,
No, the patience and
Determination of craft
Heeding the wisdom of
Experience and
Walking the path,
A word at a time,
I appoint myself
King of the blank page,
Leave marks upon
The surface,
Stinging kisses and
The embrace of
My strength,
I take flight with
Each warm word,
Upwards and I ask
Strength to remain
Across the street from fortune,
Stood in a column of sunlight,
Blessed to know where the
Light comes from.
MB Blissett 