The Blank Page

I cannot write today.

I cannot write

because the page

refuses to speak to me.

She is tired

of crying out in my arms

over the screams of children

dying in school hallways.

Her voice is silenced

by waves of Americans

begging to be allowed

to love and to live.

I cannot write today

because I have nothing left

To say to her.

I have spoken too often

of the depression,

the misery in this world.

Of struggles we created

and refuse to stop ,

and she tires of hearing it.

I cannot write today,

because I have written

far too much

for you to not get it yet!

I have written far too much

for you to not hear my words.

I have written in metaphor,

I have written literally.

I have written in hushed cries

and screamed my pain from rooftops!

So please forgive me,

because I cannot write today.