Sentimental Journeys

So blank!
It stares at me,
Calling me to colour its fibres.
A pen between my fingers
my thumb waits to hold it in place-
To tell the untold stories
Of love and heartbreak
Something bitter, something sweet.

But, it sways from side to side,
Needs a thought: a direction.
Minutes go by, then hours-
Patience wears thin as
an inspiration I seek evades.

Glaring at the blank page
My blood boils in rage.
Paper becomes a ball
strewn across the floor
Why are the words hiding from me?


Think, I tell myself. Think!
I can taste them in the air
And feel them on my fingertips
So much to consider,
So much to lighten my chest.