I want a blank page,

With all the possibilities,

The secrets to unlock.

It could be anything I want it to be:

A mindless doodle,

A meaningful letter.

Even a compulsory essay.

A blank page to be used by me and me alone.

That is what I want.

It wouldn’t judge,

It lets me use it as I wish,

It takes whatever form I wish it to:

A drawing of the landscape,

A secret note to a friend.

Or a poem that blossoms deep inside.

I want a blank page,

To have the freedom of choice,

I wouldn’t have to do anything with it.

But if I wished to, it would be there, waiting.

A blank page,

A second chance,

A fresh start,

A chance to correct any mistakes:

A misplaced word

Or a sentence left unsaid.

All I want is a chance to make things simple again.