Blocked

The blank page looks at me again and I try to look away But its clean white surface beckons me in a sultry, seductive way. Try as I might I can't ignore her promise and allure She pleads with me to use her with my scribble, though she's pure. Turmoil rages in me I wrestle with all my might my conscience is forbidding Do I abandon all that's right? I lift the pen then put it down I'm torn : emotions rule Good sense says I must go on my doubts to over rule. Sweating, trembling, I lift the pen my shaking hand in shock I lower it to the page and write. I've beaten writer's block.