I stare at blank Word docs
each time I sit at my computer.
The blank page,
nothing is scarier to a writer
or more invigorating.
The lack of depth, of character
of purpose
of pride
of honesty
of loss
of all the things the writer is scared to show,
frightened to reveal to the reader
because deep down, the writer knows
they know
more than anyone
what lies in the corners
where the light from a barely-lit bulb
doesn’t reach.
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