My anguished pen called out to me
The blank page was mocking me
While my mind was littered with thoughts of the mundane
Not a single spark of creativity
My thoughts languished in captivity
My spirit-scribe coaxed my mind to act, in vain

The menacing blank page then glared,
and with a condescending smirk, he dared
A challenge to admit my failings, fair
To memorialize empty thoughts
Without a single nod to cost
I picked up my one trusted ally
And studied...holding it in the air

The pen seemed heavier than before, a formidable instrument, and more
filled with ink and possibilities...