The Blank Page

I wrote this while trying to think of what to write and then this came to me because it's true for most people who consider themselves writers... Even those who don't.

The Blank Page:

Endless paper.

Endless lines.

So much to say.

So little written.

So much being spoke.

So little that can be wrote.

The Emptiness of a page, is a mind full of words; 

Just waiting to be wrote.

But in what order? 

In what way?

So many letters.

So many words.

So many way's to bring them altogether.

Endless words.

Endless lines.

Endless letters.

So much unwritten and so much to write.

A process beings in a writers head.

An endless process of words and letters up ahead.

Just waiting, just trying;

To come together and become a beautiful piece of literature.

A writers job is never quite done.

Everyone is a writer,

were always writing something everyone!

Were all just waiting for the words to click.

Just in the right form to be beautiful. 

Reviews

[Chris A Jones]

Beautifully written. FYI... I am dyslexic also. So I understand the struggles. Thanks for sharing.