The Writer's Mind
Blank paper staring up at me. Intimidating.
It's mocking me, taunting me,
"You cannot write, you do not know what to write."
Pick up a pen. Scrible. Doodle.
Write of dogs who talk and play cards.
Of spiders who weave webs of words.
Write of thoughts and colors and sounds.
Just fill the paper.
Fill it with songs of love.