Blank pages

Blank pages

I sat down at my table with a bunch of papers, pens and ink.

I wanted to write something, give birth to my mind's masterpiece.

I wanted to create art with the strokes of my quill

Inking the empty papers with myself, white pages filled.

I wanted to create the mightiest piece of art,

Perfect and beautiful, holding a piece of my heart.

My mind was rich with words, but they couldn't flow.

I could feel the words choking my elbow.

My hand, for a moment was paralyzed

I couldn't say the words, nor could I write.

I sat down wanting to write a piece of me.

But here I am, walking away leaving the papers empty.

I wanted to melt myself into art,

I wanted to hold a mirror to my heart.

Oh my! What better way to reflect my soul

Than leaving behind a few blank pages with stories untold.