Genesis

The blank page before me,
once a daunting expanse,
eager for its first ink.
Amidst the clutter of thoughts,
a clear voice rose,
the first muse of my opus.

In the quiet glow of dawn,
my pen danced its first promise.
Beneath a sky inked with twilight
With trembling hands,
I carved my soul into the page.

From the silence,
a single word emerged,
bold and unafraid.

It began with that word,
timid and soft,
like a newborn kitten,
growing bolder with each stroke.

Under the watchful eyes of the moon,
my pen sparked to life.
From the chaos,
a single line stood firm.

That first line,
a tentative step into a vast unknown
The words flowed like a long-awaited rain
There, at the edge of uncertainty,
my first verse found its breath.

As the first words spilled out,
shy and curious, I met my truest self.
With ink as my witness,
I birthed the first verse
of my new world, my life.