The blank page stares back at me
It needs commentary, thought
Longing, sadness, joy, satisfaction
Are all candidates
Maybe whimsy, something wry
It beckons
The human range of emotions
Our complicated minds
Angst, depression, self-loathing
Vying for attention
And good old regret
For things that can never be turned back
Loss of love, of friends
Mistakes made
But then there are the victories
The happiness at home
No one is perfect
One tries to hit the perfect zone
Which cannot be done
After all, we’re only human
So I stare at the blank page
Wondering what to say