Mackenzie Brown

What Are You

You are my pencil.
You carve charcoal tinted
graphite solidly onto the
page below; successfully
transporting images that
rest in my mind.

You are my tool.
Your sharply sawed edges
slice through the toughest
membranes; hoping that
what you discover exceeds
what you currently posses.

You are my weapon.
You represent the extent
of my fears; where reality and
fantasy converge. In exploring
the possibilities, I find
your infinite usefulness.

But I am the Author, the Creator.
I am the floor water spills over onto;
the ideas that are too extravagant
and many to stay in their cage. I use
you to express myself. I am your
beginning and end.

{Mackenzie Brown}