Spill Out

I find serenity in writing.
With every clatter of the keyboard,
Stroke of the brush or slick of the pen I find release,
I spill my inner thoughts,
cry my desires onto a page or screen for all to see.
Alas a foundation is needed for all creation.
For the canvas is un-judged,
Until you stamp it with your ego.
On a blank visage you project yourself,
As cruel,
As kind,
Perhaps loving.
But on the canvas you can do anything.
You are an idea,
Immortal in the mind and can create for all eternity if you wish.
For to inspire or to be inspired is the greatest gift.