Little Bit of Nothing

it’s been so long,
too long,
so much time wasted.

but I’m here now.
without anything
specific to say, maybe
still without inspiration
and her gentle hand on my
but I’m here now.

I’m still not certain
why my hands shake
so badly
when I reach out to
reset the clock.
as if doing what I love
somehow terrifies me.
but I’ve shown up today,
stood on the front step
and knocked on the door.

turns out I’m armed,
with a little bit
of nothing
and a pen.

ready to write a poem,
a song,
a story,
a life.

ready to strike first.

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