The blank page before me
Eager for my thoughts
Patiently waiting on me
To share that which I ought
But I’m finding of late
My thoughts quiet and serene
Words lost in debate
Questioning self esteem
Caught up in day-to-day life
The on goings of this and that
Which used to be of poetic subject
Lately I just stare dimly at
But the empty page
A dear and trusted friend
Always there when I’m in need
Takes in the words I send
No matter the subject
No matter the emotion
No judgement of guilt
No fuss or commotion
Only the freedom to write
A battle against emptiness I wage
My go to in a pinch
A friend to the page
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