My words are running out...

Daunting.
An empty page--
It spells out my name,
Calling on me--
Nagging--
It pushes me
To build a new castle--
Find a new kingly knight.
But I would want to go back.
It was simpler
When the old pages were full--
When I knew what to expect.
I don't want new adventures--
I love the old ones with
My blood pounding,
Head spinning,
Heart breaking.
I would rather fall with my broken wings
Than learn to walk with my broken soul.
But--
It gradually fills--
Life, like a journey on this empty page
Brings us back to the beginning.

I am full once more
But just as broken as before.