A Blank Page

I love an empty page.

So many things can be done with it,

True and free, like a horse without a bit.

The eggnog hue welcomes me,

Inviting me to just sit a try,

It hands me a key,

And whispers “Your pen is your ally”

Many great works of art,

With a blank page to start.

Colors, faces, freedom, history, and science,

It is to any sort of ignorance, a proud defiance.

Look around at our world now,

It is because of others: artists, writers,

Painters, scientists, inventors, and fighters,

Sat and wrote with a furrowed brow.

Many things today we would not know,

If long ago,

On blank pages people did not sow.