The cursor flashes on the blank, white page
daring me to type, to write, to speak
what’s on my mind, what’s in my heart.
Like a second Eliot, another Prufrock, I ask myself:
“Do I dare?”
“Do I dare disturb the universe?”
If I capture what I want to say in black text upon this white page,
If I set my thoughts adrift into this vast expansive sea of information,
full of more important thoughts, more eloquent words,
will it matter?
Or, I could so easily
delete
these words. No one would know the difference anyway.
Will their impact be missed?
Do I dare suppose I have anything important to say,
anything worth reading to write?
Can this small voice help answer the “overwhelming question?”
Can my two cents help bring order to this apparent chaos?
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