The life of a Pencil
I have been pushed and pulled,
Across an empty expanse,
Growing smaller and smaller with time.
Used until nothing was left for me to do.
I watched as they used others,
breathing life within their blood.
That once blank place.
That once ivory place.
That once is no more.
Now I see,
How I was used,
What they created with me,
to start,
to sketch,
to create.
Copyright © Ava Simon | Year Posted 2024
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