Stare at the blank page, pen in hand
Summon the words from the depths
of my mind—
Nothing
***
Cut my hand to let the words drip
from my veins—
Nothing
***
Call the words from the darkest recesses—
Nothing
***
All the blood, sweat, and tears cannot bring
forth the words that I cannot express
My mind as blank as the page before me
I have so much to say to you
but the words escape me
drowned out by the emotion
that once embraced them
now leaving
***
Nothing
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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