© W. Scott Grant
May 31, 2002 11:22 pm
The pen is poised over the blank page
Waiting to write the words
The mind is blank. Empty.
The hand is sore, the fingers stiff
Somewhere are the magic words that will…
~ Do what?
Make “IT” all better? No.
Say just what needs to be said?
If I can’t say them aloud, how can I write them?
If I can write them, I can say them, too.
~ Or can I?