I see visions.
Visions of people who don't exist.
They come to me all at once,
And I struggle to hear what they all say.
One-by-one they disappear,
Until only one stands strong and clear.
I make that vision come to life,
So those less fortunate can see it too.
I continue to live in a child's mind,
But just recently realized my power.
I can share my gift with others,
Through writing on a page.
I see things that others don't.
They lost the ability long ago.
I will continue to preserve my magical power,
And never allow my imagination to go.