The Dance of Chalk and Duster

Chalk in hand, I trace my dreams,
Soft whispers of hope in flowing streams.
Lines that curve, and letters sing,
A canvas bright with everything.

Then comes the duster, gentle & light,
Sweeping shadows out of sight.
Wiping away the fears and flaws,
Opening doors without a pause.

Together they dance, the chalk, the dust,
In every stroke, in every trust.
Writing futures, clearing the way,
Building strength day by day.

So with each mark, and every swipe,
I shape my world, my own type.
Chalk and duster, side by side,
My journey’s guide, my hopeful stride.