The Blank Page

A heart of doubt, the screen stares back

And becomes a blank page I can’t fill,

what are the words that I lack?

Can I say that I even have skill?

The cursor blinks, my heart in terror;

I search for the inspiration to tell my story,

But I fear I will only make an error.

I fear my words will be mixed up and stormy.

Insecurity creeps, like a thief in the night

Killing my dream of being a writer,

What if my words don’t come out right?

What if my voice is lost, of what I desire?

I must find the strength to fight these fears,

For in the words, my story is being told.

That maybe, just maybe, I will shed some tears,

And the blank page, will be filled with secrets untold.

Where do I start, where do I begin?

Once I start, I hope the words will flow,

And tell of the feelings I hold within.

And speak of things I wish people could know.

Morgan