Art by: Raiselle Sales
Written by: Kevin Yee
A sheet of paper, pristine white.
I began to write in colorful inks. But, what should I write? I let the words flow in multiple links.
Ambiguous, unorganized, yet free. Soon the paper was filled with words. Words that made sentences. And sentences that created paragraphs. The sheet no longer pristine white,
for the stroke of ink gave it life. My hand stopped; the pen suspended midair. Eyeing the lines of ink, I thought:
“what am I missing?” And so, I struck words in various spots
changing them, rewriting them fair. Rummaging the depths of my soul, I looked for what words
to write to fill this gaping hole of this sheet born out of plight
to make it truly whole.
I kept searching for what words to fill
this blank space within.
What words will resonate?
To spark a flow, a rhythm
that builds what is missing.
I write
and erase,
and write,
and strike,
and write.
Hundreds or thousands of words,
maybe one of them was the answer
to fill this null.
Yet I struck them before I can read
what outcome it may have been.
And so,
I write again
No erasures
No strikeouts
I will let the ink flow
and see what answers
this prose will show.
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