Imagination has been my best friend
It’s kept me company
Held my hand when I was afraid
A shoulder to cry on
Sitting in my creative box
A vast array of colors to choose from
A world of endless possibilities
No matter how hard I try all the crayon colors seem unable to make it past the threshold
Worlds collide
Reality restrains sink its teeth in
Gnawing at the heart
Wings try to take flight
Chains of doubt gnawing the imagination
Cold history icing a warm heart
Formalities casting an uptight shadow
Like a straight jacket for the soul
A drop of poison
In the pond of the mind
With no water to replenish the pond
The small drip can effectually contaminate the well

(C) Jack Roman