blank
empty
void
filled with a whole lot of
nada
not because i have nothing to say
but perhaps because
i have entirely too much to share
the words
sailing thru
my mind
like a ship
with no compass
no captain
and no navigator
the stories only i can tell
because i have lived them
sit in the recesses
of my brain
waiting to be written
yearning to get out
the memories
of adventures
tempted to be told
of secrets
eager to be shared
still she remains
la página en blanco
bare and bereft
qué esperas – give me purpose
her canvas yearning
for me to weave
my wicked words
all over her cloth
to bring color
to her lifeless frame
but all i can do
is frown
at my brain fog
and walk away
