The Blank Page

Today is a blank page.
In general, we get 365 of them, times 80.
Give or take.

That's 29,200 pages.
Some get a few more.
Many get significantly fewer.
Our life.
Our novel.

But if you're reading this poem
It means your book's open
To one of those pages
Right now.
The only one that matters.

The shining white
Luminescence
Of possibilities.

There's nothing quite so
Welcoming-
Horrifying-
Breathless-
Sacred-
Powerful-
Simple-

Like a blank
Page.

Write well.

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