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.