by Sarah Brindell

It’s always a daunting thing

those lonely initial few words

engulfed in the bleach whiteness

of the paper

Thin lines invite as well as discriminate

In your party of potential catch phrases

that drip wit and seethe poignancy

Don’t say something

meaningless or ignorant

but truthful.

Bring out the truth.

And let’s please silence

that annoying little animal called “fear”,

who is so inclined

to nip at the back

of your muse’s neck

on the first page

of your blank book