Commitment

poet

I sit facing my fear;
a blank page.
Left hand clutching the pen
poised to pour everything onto
said sheet.
But
nothing comes.
My mind is a void.
No amount of tools from
MFA courses will give me images
to pen.
No literary devices, writing prompts
or exercises will help.

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