That Untrampled And Unscuffed Blank Page
When sat before a blank page
I sometimes feel as lonely
as I imagine that blank page must feel
however
that blank page is also
quite stark and challenging
daunting even
it seems to be anchored there
legs apart
fisted hands lodged firmly on hips
chin tilted slightly upward
conveying the message
“C’mon I dare ya, I double dare ya!!”
looking at that blank page
I question myself
is what I’ve got
good enough to fill this page
to half fill it
to scribble on it
even a line or two
or will I just sully it
like a young boy
trampling and scuffing his way
through virgin snow
both page and snow
far, far better
if left well alone
however
like that young boy
I do trample and scuff my way
through that blank page
and view my efforts
with a more than probably
unearned sense of pride
but
and here’s the rub
like that young boy
I feel pretty good about myself
as I step back
and view my handiwork
be it good, bad or indifferent.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2024
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