An empty page
Lay before me
While I grip my pen
Ever so tightly-
Brows knitted,
As if in deep thought-
And indeed I am-
For I struggle to grasp
What it is that I should write.
I stare at it-
This piece of paper,
In its pristine white emptiness,
Seems to be full already.
Ah-
This-
There’s no other way
To describe my thoughts,
To describe my feelings,
Than this-
And so,
I put down my pen.
The blank page
Has spoken enough for me.