I stare at the paper. All plain and white. Not a line or a mark in sight. Just a plain blank page, staring back at me.
The blank page lies waiting for someone to make the first strike. For someone to take pen and begin to write. For a story to begin to unfold. For memoirs to be written by someone brave and bold.
The blank page has many uses of course. It can be used as a ballot paper on which to cast a vote. It can be used by a clandestine lover to write a note. It can be used to list groceries for husband to fetch. It can be used by an Artist making a sketch.
The blank page still stares back at me. Begging me to make up my mind. To dig deep and uncover my feelings, be brave see what I can find.
I pick up the pen, poise it on the page. I start to move the pen from left to right. The words begin to flow. The blank page has just become my journal. I am lost in thought as I write about my day. The blank page listens to all I have to say.
Pen and paper come together. My thoughts have been collated forever.
Tomorrow is another day. Another blank page on which to write. Make your blank page the best it can be and it will be your friend for eternity.