A white page.
But not blank.
I’ve erased everything that needed to be erased.
Crooked letters,
Wrong,
Written in a hurry, just to be.
Erased them.
Entire words scratched
With tears – erased them.
Long and pompous phrases,
Meant to hide the truth – erased them.
Entire stories weaved by
A too rich imagination – erased them.
A white page.
But full of me.
Here! You write from the
Beginning!
