The blank page in front of me
empty
full of expectations
waiting for thoughts
to be tugged, pulled, wrenched
from the air.
My mind, jumbled thoughts
toppling, falling, tangling
waiting to be released, freed
to shout and whisper.
I wait, frusteration builds
as I try and sort., order
and display the knotted
images that race into my
arm, waiting to be released
flowing through the ink, forming
loops as they dance onto the page
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