The Wandering in depths

The Blank Page

What if I give you a blank page and tell you here is my poetry for you, about you.

It has words, it has lines, it has thoughts, and it has feelings which only you could read in language you speak with yourself.

Read,

For it's up to you what you think about you that defines your poetry.

You are, what you think you are.

A mere poem couldn't tell you what you are,

You aren't limited to words,

You are beyond words and imaginations.

You are a creator or the part of creator is in you.

Create, I just gave you a blank page, or shall I say,

You have read that already ?

Is the page still blank ?