A Sanctuary Within

A morning of blank pages, empty and barren
my mind wandering while I sit before them, staring.

Aware I refuse to face them, even turning away,
finding something else to do, even daydreaming.

I ask for a willingness to listen for inspiration,
alert to the inner voice seen through pen and ink.

Transformative words are not always found in books
but through whispers heard from a sanctuary within.

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