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.

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