The Blank Page 

The blank page is as yet unwritten 

Full of promise and hope 

Yet daunting in its blankness 

The future is much the same it is unwritten 

You can plan it out but that doesn’t mean it will be what you envision 

Writing is much the same 

Sometimes it becomes what you envisioned  

Sometimes it becomes something else entirely  

Either way words on the page are more cathartic than words in the heart or words in the mind 

It’s tough when you hit the wall of writer’s block 

But words on a page are worth a thousand more than words in your head 

Sometimes all it takes is a line then all the rest flows 

Sometimes it’s a struggle to write anything 

Every word is a struggle to birth 

Every stanza every line ripped out from the beating heart inside 

That’s where I am now  

A child painting outside the lines with his fingers 

Trying and failing to create a masterpiece 

Some days getting closer than others