Paper
By William S
Published 17 August 2022
It’s just paper, isn’t it?
brushstrokes grace the page,
Masterpieces are formed,
Ignited by a fierce flame,
I can combust instantaneously,
Folded and manipulated and released,
I can aviate and soar inordinate distances,
Prepared and printed, articles are created,
I can both mislead and inform,
Smouldering anger floods the page,
I can infuriate and harm,
Majestic words of contentment and love,
I can flatter and charm,
Water is my enemy,
Pencils are my friend,
I can inflict a wound,
With edges like blades on each end,
Along with many capabilities,
With paper comes endless possibilities.