a blank page,
staring and daring,
has become too much of a common sight.
waiting, and begging,
just to be filled in.
pages don't care, if it's perfect or not!
they just want to be happy,
ink coursing through their veins,
giving them a boost of adrenaline,
and feeling special.
unique,
a beautiful work of art.
but woe to the writer (me)
for I'm stuck in a thorny snare,
choking my throat,
blocking a waterfall of words.
but a little girl is there too.
sitting in my mind,
oh, such an invader she is.
whispering you'll never be good enough,
It'll never be 'perfect',
not the best possible version it could be.
paralysing me to even try
and fail
and learn all over again.
left here,
too scared to try,
and mess up,
fill the pages with words,
and actually enjoy what I'm doing.
when in reality,
the page doesn't mind.
that irrational fear is all your doing...
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:19 PM UTC
a blank page,
staring and daring,
has become too much of a common sight.
waiting, and begging,
just to be filled in.
pages don't care, if it's perfect or not!
they just want to be happy,
ink coursing through their veins,
giving them a boost of adrenaline,
and feeling special.
unique,
a beautiful work of art.
but woe to the writer (me)
for I'm stuck in a thorny snare,
choking my throat,
blocking a waterfall of words.
but a little girl is there too.
sitting in my mind,
oh, such an invader she is.
whispering you'll never be good enough,
It'll never be 'perfect',
not the best possible version it could be.
paralysing me to even try
and fail
and learn all over again.
left here,
too scared to try,
and mess up,
fill the pages with words,
and actually enjoy what I'm doing.
when in reality,
the page doesn't mind.
that irrational fear is all your doing...
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