A Writer's Canvas

My pages are my canvas;
  I paint vivid images with my words,
  Emotions concealed elegantly within shapes,
  To be admired and perceived by minds eye.

My paints, the imagination;
  Flowing freely over blank absence,
  An outpour of insightful colour,
Caught in contrast between chaos and grace.

My brush, the quill;
  I dip deep into my soul,
And craft the picture from my entirety,
A self-portrait, I am my work.

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