The Blank Page

The Blank Page

 

A blank page

Thoughts tangled and snared

And still

A blank page lies before you

It shouldn’t be blank

It should be covered in ink

And graphite

Words should be scribbled

Doodles drawn

Yet the page is still blank

Empty

Like all that’s left of you…

Can you find the words again?

The tattered pieces of your soul?

Can you fill

What’s been left unfilled

For far too long?

Remember

The things forgotten

Too long ago?

In your confusion

In all your broken sorrow

You’ve found something

You’d lost

And the pages write themselves

Author's Note

Whaddya think?

Reviews

[Rekain]

I think it makes me think I thunk a thought...

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

??? What thought do you think you thunk?