Silent Artisan

Upon the paper

paint the words

you are the dictator

of your own story.

If nothing else,

this is the one stable thing

that you can control.

Mold it, shape it, bake it

like clay

until it is what you want it to be.

It's yours;

a small child of  your imagination

a flower in your word garden

blossoming into your beautiful expectations

growing

into exactly what you had planned.

Crafted carefully

not unlike a whittler with his wooden stick

It's yours;

No one can take it from you

it's a result of your wandering mind

and it's yours.

No one can take that away.