The Poet's Blank Canvas

The poet's blank canvas stares back at him.
Screaming for words to tell its story.
Longing to reveal what's concealed.
Within the author's head, words collide.

The poet stares at his canvas, strikingly white.
As he begins to write, pain bleeds from his pen.
Anger rages from the lines, melancholy.
Sadness washes over his shattered heart.

Opening windows he's kept concealed, truthful.
Liberating what's been locked for so long.
Words fill the no longer blank canvas.
The pages tell his story, words collide.

As he sits, he releases emotions he didn't know he had.
He releases everything he had to keep hidden.
Finally able to paint his reality, his canvas.
No longer staring at his blank canvas, poet.