To the page unwritten,

 

How you taunt and tease me

Like a bully by the swing set,

The color of the heavens above,

But a reminder of the hell below.

When I gaze into you,

Inspiration evades me

And I see nothing but ghosts

Of words I’ve written before

On sheets filled with ink and ideas.

The pen trembles in my hand,

As it traces words that I think and reject

One by one

As the shuttle bounces off a skilled racquet

Missing the net of composition,

Flying into the court of another.

Though I may try,

Nothing comes to mind,

And already I know that this endeavor

Is a case lost to the depths of overthinking

And the chasm of the mundane.

Stars fill the night above,

But just a few minutes ago

The sun rose and splashed my face

With its colors.

And so I have spent the day

With you again, my dear,

Staring into the face

Of a poem I’ll never write.

 

Love, and hate, and all in between,

Nikki