I’ve been scared of this blank page
it stares accusingly at me
asking why I’ve neglected the space
the room to breathe that it offers

It wants me to open my mind
and let my fingers tell their secrets
spilling my soul into the empty space
and calling out to anyone who wanders by

I can’t find the words,
but I am still here
watching this small wall of white
waiting and breathing and daring to hope

I am still here.

Photo: coniferconifer, Creative Commons.