The empty page sits before me
full of nothingness, just blank.
I sit and stare
my eyes as blank as the lines.
Yet, in my mind the busy thoughts
rush to and fro without a rest.
I have the pen, yet I cannot move
for I fear I'll write something wrong.
Other hands with other pens
try to nudge towards the page.
Their force is strong and pushes hard
but I somehow push away.
I find some strength, some courage,
and raise my pen in hand,
and write one sentence
that breaks the empty page
"I choose what happens next"
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