The paper blank, a silent dare
White page waiting, empty air
Ideas rise, and then they fall --
Just shadows dancing on the wall
Words once flowed, but now a drought
Doubt seeps in, I want to shout
I reach for thoughts that drift away
Inspiration does not stay
Yet still I sit, I hope, I try
To tell a story, not sit and sigh
For in the quiet this is true
One line whispers: “Begin anew.”

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 24, 2026