The silence teases me
Like the blank page in front of me.
'What now? Come on!'

So I start something with trepidation.
I only have a few words,
I don't know if anything will come to fill the void once they are used.

And if something comes,
Will my pen keep up?
Will physical limitations stiffle the flow?

Does it matter?
This isn't a test.
If it doesn't come now, then another time.