The blank page is daunting.
Even when I walk away. Do something else. Live in the moment.
Still, the blank page taunts me.
Plays with my patience.
Laughs in my face.
Calls me back anyway, like I knew it would.
And I oblige.
I come back not just because I’m committed to writing every day.
I come back because I will not give in to the blank page.
Even though I’m struggling.
Even though the clock ticks on.
Even though another blank page is a painful reminder of my struggle.
But this is not the first time and it won’t be the last.
There are too many times when I sit down to write and my mind is blank.
Just like the page.
Too many times when I struggled to come up with one brilliant idea to write about.
Just one.
Is that too much to ask?
One brilliant idea?
Ha! Apparently, on some days it is a big ask.
Like today.
But still I write because the only way out..is through.
Cross posted to the Two Writing Teachers March Slice of Life Story Challenge.
Elisa Waingort 
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