When Words Arrive Poem by Micron Jan

The page stares,
White, endless, waiting.
Thoughts rise,
Flicker, collide,
Pulling one another under
Before I can hold them.

Nothing feels enough—
No depth, no pulse, no warmth.
Frustration hums beneath my skin.

Then—
A light catches the corner of my eye,
A subtle glimmer in the room.
Everything else falls away.

Line by line,
Words flow like water,
Gentle, inevitable,
Until the page hums
With a life it never had before.