Ode to a Blank Page

by Madison Bonner

 

Frozen in my tracks

amidst the wintry mix

filling the empty void.

 

A blank canvas awaits,

stark, vast,

blinding me with its

endless,

endless

possibilities.

 

Puffy clouds blur

the horizon,

immense,

overwhelming,

untapped

potential.

 

Frost grips the

very edges of my mind,

digging its prickly

claws in.

 

Like ashen flakes

descending from the heavens,

silent, scattered,

my thoughts wander--

though my feet never stray.

 

The glistening

blanket

of snow,

untouched,

glares at me,

daring me to

take the wrong step,

smudge the ink,

crack the ice--

ruin perfection.

 

My fears linger--

Afraid to traverse into the unknown,

leave footprints in the snow--

 

Taking a deep breath,

I exhale,

puffy, white, cloudlike--

Not so infinite.

 

Finally-- finally,

I lift my pen.