A Blank Page I Cannot Lose

A poem about writing (and more).

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

A blank page
doesn’t appear as much,

A white space, an emptiness.

From a distance, it blends in with a cloud, a zillion snowflakes, a dense fog, or pale of sugar.

But pages like this
mean more to a wandering soul

such as I.

They mean more to a risking heart.

For in this world, I have learned,
there are many pages,
and I hope these two souls rest on the same one.