Writing

Something and nothing

Blank pages glaring with accusing eyes

Sucking light and imagination

Reflecting the emptiness in my head

Why is it when I am asked to write 

I immediately have no thoughts

No ideas

Nothing

A mirror of my mind

Reflecting back on itself

Not a book filled with words

Interest and color on every page

Even though I usually have more 

Than can run around in the crowded space

Bouncing around like jumping beans

Uncontrolled chaos

But full of random ideas

Energy depleted, drifting away

Terror 

Fear

Unfulfilled expectations

My pencil is dull

The pen is slipping through my fingers

The sound of scratching occurs around me

What is in their heads?

Feeling clueless and helpless

A piece of paper rolling in the dirt

Flying around an empty space

This is my mind

Nothing new exists here

Then a small spark 

The beginning of an idea

Relieved, blessed and overwhelmed