Young Poet

I have power
In the elegance of eloquence.

Thoughtful words
Meandering on a page,
Or vivid imagery
Sprawling over paper.

I wield a pencil
To scribble a fading thought,
To capture a cherished moment,
To reminisce and muse.

I brandish a pen
To reinvent that thought,
To immortalize the moment,
To publish my musings.

I live to write,
Though perhaps someday
I will write to live.