Page of My Life

I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what to draw.

My life is a blank page

Waiting to be filled.

And yet—

Refusing to be filled.

I try to fills this void--

This emptiness.

My endeavor is futile.

I try to create—

Life,

Beauty,

Emotion.

Where is its color?

Where is its words?

I make mistakes.

It is lifeless,

Hideous,

Emotionless.

Where is my passion?

Where is my inspiration?

I erase this page of my life.

But there—

Ghostly marks  remain

To haunt me;

They are scars of my mistakes.

Can I cover over it?

Can I ignore it?

I fight the urge to throw it all away--

To crumple it,

To end it.

But then again—

Maybe I can continue on,

Because there is

Beauty

In unfinished work.

I can’t fix the past;

Those marks will forever stay.

Good or bad,

I can’t dwell on what cannot be undone;

And so,

I turn over a new page.

Page of my Life (c) Maranda L. Scott

Photos (c) their respective owners.