The blank page and I stare each other down
With mutual distrust and wariness,
Renewing the long relationship we’ve each endured for so long.
The page, pristine and so very full of potential
Seems to oscillate – shrinking and growing in remembrance of past struggles
But also with memory of some shining moments.
I, worn and battered as I am,
Observe with fear and resentment the vacancy
Which lays before me and yet has so often led to nothing.
And yet we find ourselves together again
Striving to achieve something, something, something….worthwhile.
Or at the very least – something to bridge the terrible gulf between us.