At War with Writer's Block

There it was.

A blank stare.

 

It was taunting me.

Taunting me with its pure emptiness.

 

There it was.

A challenge.

 

I was going to prevail.

To prevail against the sheer white space.

 

There it was.

A weapon.

 

It was there for me.

For me to write and create.

 

There it was.

A masterpiece.

 

I took the victory.

The victory over the blank page.

This poem is about: 
Me

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