Clean Slate

My Dearest Blank Page,

Why must you torment me?

Each morning, I sit before you,

So excited, so full of hope.

I want to tell you my stories,

Fill your emptiness,

Create something meaningful together.

And all I ever get in return is that vacant stare.

Emotionless.

Blank, as they say.

How can such a clean slate come with so much baggage?

You make me feel inadequate;

Constantly, silently staring,

Giving me none of the inspiration I need to fuel my desire.

You just take and take.

You take my time.

You take my confidence.

But the one thing you never take is my words.

All I ever wanted was to dress you up, my love;

Cover you in colorful prose,

Glittering words shining light on stories untold.

And then, I would be more than happy to share you.

I’d show the world our unique creation.

Make them think,

Make them smile.

But now I know it’s no use.

You say I’m blocked.

I say you’re too intimidating.

You say I don’t appreciate you as you are.

I say you don’t support my dreams.

You see, my love, there is nothing here to Save.

I hope you understand.

I think it’s time to Quit you.

Signing off,

Forever Your Scribe