I sharpen my quill
And prepare for battle
No shield made of metaphors
To guard my self-doubt
And no similes to carry me through the trenches
Like a brave war horse.
I am on all fours
Crawling into the unknown depths of the plain pages
That blinding
Brilliant
White
I am falling into the unknown -
Falling into the trap of the enemy
Which I am certain is
Myself.