A Blank White Page

I look at the page, blank white
Today it is intimidating
I think of what it means
So often it is inviting, it’s home
As I write whatever I feel
Even if it seems just words, hidden meanings
There’s always something my mind has to say
With only a general idea, a thought to light the way
But there is no docent present today
To help me navigate the blank white
Like a snow storm, stubbornly white
So much happening, history being made
And sorrows and joys, but not on this page
Maybe a metaphor for history that’s too light
Too long a blank page white
It’s history that writes of the present
The resistance against a too long white page
That adds color to the canvas, add ink to this day, this age
And rewrites the history of a blank white page.