The Blank Page
Sometimes it's not easy to face the blank page,
whether it is a blank piece of paper or the
beginning of a new year. A blank page is so
stark, so prohibitive. It is so hard to put a
mark on it for the first time. There is fear
of the first word, fear of the first move.
Tomorrow there is a new page, a new year.
I have a feeling of relief that the book
that was 2020 will be slammed shut forever.
It was the worst year ever, filled with
so many deaths, so many nightmares.
This book will be hidden out of sight.
Tomorrow I begin a new page in a new
book. There is a small feeling of hope.
Hope's flame has not been extinguished.
Tomorrow I will write HOPE. I will write
HOPE on the page one hundred times.
I will fill the page with so much hope.
I will face the new year with stubborn
resolve to survive, at LEAST survive,
and hopefully thrive. I will hope to
regain my faith again, find that we
are on the right track, heading along
a less anxiety-producing positive track.
Sometimes it is not easy to face the blank page
but as 2021 begins I will begin the new year,
the first page of the new book with hope.
Hope. Hope. This is my resolve right now.
May it be so. I pray it will be so.
Inspired by "Proxy" by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Wishing anyone who discovers this post in my pretty inactive blog a very Happy New Year. I haven't forgotten poetry.....or you!
