Experience
He wrote a line.
Any line,
anything,
just to avoid the paleness of the page
usually so inviting and promising
but at times like this
it was a threatening chasm
between him and his self
He erased the line.
He'd read it a thousand times,
killing himself over it,
wondering if it sounded half as great
to someone else
a phantom hovering behind the reflection
a 1-way mirror
The tension was unfair
He shoved the page away.
A life of happiness
with no trouble or struggle
gave him trouble and struggle,
because without experience
he could not hope to write.
He walked away from the page
and went to get his experience