The blank page stares up at me in unyielding harsh whiteness,how do I fill it?
Do I strive for words of wisdom to pass on?
Should I reveal my inner thoughts,emotions , fears in print indelible ?
I could tell stories of my life,but why would anyone but me be interested ?
I may write tales of fantasy, fiction the past and the future, but I fear my imagining too dark for light reading.
I could report the news of the day, although I feel it’s all too grim in these times, or maybe I should leave the page blank for you to fill in.