I didn't know I was paper,
did you?
I was drawn upon, and re-cycled,
It's true.

I've been canvas and clay,
and crayons for days,
cornflower, periwinkle,
plain blue.

I've been stretched over bars,
and chiseled away,
an assemblage
so grateful for glue.

I've been made,
so I've created.
I've expressed, as I felt.
I've been inspired,
and inspiration.

I've been you.