A blank page

There is a blank page,
staring at me,
a blanck page with no words or pictures,
i have lost my opnly talent,
the words will not come,
the picture hides.

i could write so well,
my pictures showed feeling,
i could do a million things,
just with pen and paper,
but now the page is blank.

i need to forget my sorrows,
remember my joy,
do somehting to get it back,
i need my insperation,
it is the only thing keeping me safe.

without it i am nothing,
the words are my feelings,
the pictures my soul,
and i will search for them,
till they are back inside my heart.

i have lost my hope,
and i realsise this,
as the page stares up at me,
the page that is free of colour,
the blank page!