Fear may be not knowing where I’m going and what lies ahead… but,...– haven
An ode to 2011 & this here blank page
This blank page stares at me Taunting Daring “Write bitch What have you got? Poetry you call it? Get on with yourself, girl Write me a sonnet About how you were betrayed Write me a love letter About the lover you met Write me your sorrows Your dreams Your intentions You sadly forlorn remain And I here this blank page Stare at you not in disdain Not in disdain But a blank page For you to maim...