by Kate Miller

Created on: April 23, 2008

A world before me, waiting to swallow me whole
This is the one, I think, that will consume me
but I was given a choice, and I chose this role
I would be happy to let these words doom me
No child of flesh and blood, but a child all the same
The blank canvas and I like to play this silent game
I shape it in my image, playing a humble God
knowing that many will find me flawed
This world is my paper, unblemished by man
open to nature, I take the pen in my hand
And I destroy this world of so much promise
call it a masterpiece, though I am a novice
And this is the role we have both chosen
I, the painter, and he, the frozen.

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