The Blank White Sheet

 

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