The Page

Sometimes you sit and stare at a blank canvas or piece of paper or an open document.
You just sit there and stare, hoping that it will magically fill itself with a beautiful piece of artwork or a flawlessly written story, but sadly it never comes.
Instead you just sit there, the paper or screen staring back you.
You think of a million other things you could be doing but you can’t help but stare.
Maybe some inspiration will come.
Maybe it will just flow from your fingertips onto the page.
Maybe if you wait long enough something will finally appear.
Nothing happens.
The page is calling to you, wanting you to make it up, draw on it, and write a few words, anything so it isn’t blank anymore, but nothing happens and you’re stuck with a blank page staring back at you.

Reviews

[❀ Gabriela ..]

I've definitely had this feeling before! I like the way you put it, that darn blank page... :P Hoping that it'll magically fill up with all these brilliant ideas, fuming silently as it mocks me for my inability to transfer any of what's in my head onto it... :0 Very relatable, great writing!! :)

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Yes I agree with this, sometimes just writing random thoughts may help you get out of this cycle of trying to just wait. The longer you stare and wait, the longer it will probably never come. A nice poem talking about writers block, I think all writers have probably done this at one time or another, but sometimes writing those pieces that we think are awful may lead us to an idea.

Good Job