I sit at my desk
start my laptop
and open a new document page
The cursor blinks
on the blank white sheet
awaiting action from me
an untouched canvas
brimming with possibility
It’s the same empty page
that greeted me
yesterday and the day before
and will greet me again
tomorrow and the next
should I be blessed with one day more
In its quiet emptiness
the blank white sheet
echoes the resounding call
to live a life I’ve yet to write
with purpose and dignity
It’s up to me
to seize the day
write my story
and forge my way
