Blanks (a poem)

Blank screens

Blank pages

A dead-quiet room; a vacuum

the hardest places to start

the most inspiring

 

What words will come?
What lines will be drawn?

Which notes played?

 

Blanks

Spaces

Filled with hope, and dread.

 

The outcome is forever altered

a letter

a mark

a sound

 

That space is changed.

 

Everything from this point forward

is a result of a first impression

spiraling outward

on and on

forever