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