Murray, UT, USA
The Empty Page
An empty page stares up at me expectantly:
A piece of ivory-colored parchment, upon which I shall inscribe my
Cradled gently in my right hand is my pen:
The magic wand, which will transform my feelings into words.
What will I create, as my heart guides my pen across the page?
Will it be a beautiful painting, on a par with Da Vinci;
Or, perhaps, a jumbled, formless finger-painting, such as I did in
Will it be a lovely symphony, to rival Tchaikovsky;
Or, a nonsensical song, such as children often sing?
Whatever I fashion will be "just right;"
For, the beauty is in the creating.
To share with others the good and bad,
The joy and sorrow,
The darkness and light
That are in me - what could I possibly treasure more than this?
So, I shall continue to fill the pages,
And exhaust the ink of the pens,
And share my heart and soul,
For as long as life courses through my being.
Doing so makes my heart sing, and my spirit take flight.
And, if my writing stirs you...I am even happier.
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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