The blank pages stare at me,
Waiting for the words to appear.
All that I can see
Are the words that are dear
To me on the emptiest page.
In waiting for that moment again
My heavy head full, like some sage.
When does it finally begin?

08/08/2009

Author's Note: ... so often, I struggle with writing.....

Posted on 08/08/2009
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