Void Of White

a blank page
lines are drawn
lines to make letters
letters for words
a slow process of pulling
a thought from my head
to write on this page.
Anything I want
Anything I can imagine.
So here it goes
Here goes everything
Everything I’ve got
Nothing left out
Not a thought
or a feeling
not bled onto the page
The blank page is red
deep and dark
soaking wet.
The words drip off
like an over-filled sponge.
No, it’s not blank anymore
Not empty. 

Not a void 

of white.