So recently I had to deal with starting over. Turning a filling page to a blank one. It was daunting as much as it was freeing. There were so many emotions…that I ended up filling a page (well poem).

A blank page is open and wide,
A blank page is white and still.
With a blank face that makes me ill.
There is nowhere to hide.

A blank page is full of possibilities.
A blank page is a demand to fill.
An empty challenge to test your will.
It is beyond my capabilities.

A blank page is a chance for mistakes.
A blank page is a way for words to fulfill.
The clock ticks and ticks, pushing me uphill.
What will it take to heal bare aches?

There is no quill and possibly no skill,
But there is hope in laying down pride.
For every page carries vulnerabilities,
So that words and Love can fill the breaks.

So open up the blank page and let His words come.

“For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry.” -‭‭Habakkuk‬ ‭2‬:‭‭3‬ ‭NKJV‬‬