Sometimes poems and I are not on friendly terms –
The Terror of the Empty Page
I stare at the empty page
and the page stares back at me.
We are not friends.
It tells me my thoughts are worthless.
Nobody wants to hear what I have to say.
That thought saps the power from my pen.
My pen becomes heavy and slow
I push through that feeling of inadequacy by
writing my thoughts down, no matter
how silly or weird.
Maybe someone else understands the
quicksand feeling of wanting to do something
but feeling that it is impossible.
I share that feeling and understand.
If I don’t move forward, I stay in the same spot.