Paper Swords

I was scribbling wildflowers on your pages,
and touching the clouds in your daydreams.

I was too busy befriending Imagination and fighting
Realism off with paper swords that I hardly noticed,
in the realm of the surreal,
I hadn’t lived my life yet.

I spent what felt like a lifetime or more
suffering in agony over someone else’s realism,
Before I finally realized I was the creator all along.

And that my world,
no matter the realm,
Could be as blissful and real as I’d like it to be.

– BIATA, ‘My paper swords always crumble

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