I sit here staring
at the blankness
of the page
wondering
if I could ever do it.
would inspiration
ever come?
It actually had come
many times
in a flash of a title
or a snippet of a line
but nothing more
no words
no sentences
no pages
had ever come.
was that because
I had nothing
meaningful to say
or because I had
no idea
how to say it?
I believed that I had
something to say
but knowing what words
to set down
on that blank page
ah, there was the rub
how to put my thoughts
together
in such a way
that they would form
meaningful thoughts
to someone
besides myself.
what it came down to
was this – if
I did finally write
how would I know
whether anyone
would read it?
but finally, I knew
that it mattered not
if anyone read it –
just that I wrote it.
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