stuck

The pristine white sheet burns into my eyes,

blank, like the thoughts in my head,

It’s daunting, mocking, empty.

I want to be able to do something, anything,

I don’t move.

The sharpened pencil gripped in my hand,

the tip hovers just above the page.

The blinking cursor on the screen,

my hands hover just above the keyboard.

The racing thoughts in my head,

my mind hovers just above the answer.

I don’t move.