(No) Fear of the Blank Page – a poem

wooden pen

The blank page it awaits
Like freshly fallen snow
Which crisply recieves
Footprints on the go

The blank page’s mystery
Is empty and null.
It has but one purpose:
It needs to be full.

So…
Launch yourself into the blankness
Accept the challenge of the new
Make a mark upon the canvas
Write your name on a page or two…

The blank page it has gone
You’ve made a good start
Now sully another one
In pursuit of your art.

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