Flash(y) Poetry

Writers Rage AKA Roadblock.

The blinding white,
the blinking cursor.
Where to go from here?

A blank canvas,
endless possibilities.
Where to start?

Blinding, Blinking,
blank.
Cursor, Canvas,
Possibilities.
Where?

Running from only gets us half as far as running to.

Keep your eye on the prize,
the finish line.

Fine.