No Writing
The white page froze me out.
The blank screen was scarier
than monsters in the cupboard
and under the bed.
The lack of black squiggles
on white expanse
like virgin snow
quilting the world,
wrapped my pen in stillness
foggied up my mind,
kept the keyboard
deep with dust.
Words written: 0
All is well: perhaps tomorrow I will write!
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