Fear

Fear ferrets away at my innards,
chases the butterflies upwards
to flutter around my fearful heart.
The source of the fear?
A blank page that stares me out;
inkless, pristine, even virginal.
It mocks, teases , ridicules
and sneers at me.
Until I want to scribble
and scratch all over it;
ravage, rubbish,
render it impotent.
Rage and frustration
ferment inside me;
powerful toxic mixture
threatens to burst through
the dam of reason that tentatively
hold it back.
Perhaps I should breach the dam?
Fuck reason,
let my rage spill forth.
Maybe inspiration might
spew and splash over the page,
give birth to a new idea.

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