blink
blink
blink
a little black line on white
devoid of anything,
no text, no color, no ink,
just a little black line
blinking
sometimes i wonder if it’s really there at all
or perhaps its there but doesn’t actually blink
when it is full,
full of text, full of ink,
the line almost never blinks
there must be a reason why
why it must blink like that
mocking me
is it a mark of my failure?
a reminder of my stagnation?
i know! i know!
believe me, i know
i like to tell myself it symbolizes potential
simultaneously telling me where i am
and showing me the blank canvas, where i could be
but it somehow feels hollow
somehow, it does feel like it’s making a mockery of me
12/09/24, Illuminations, Sabrina Zami
[insert title here]
The Junction Journal 
This poem caputers the feelings of many creative people who struggle to come up with the idea and just looking on the blank page with no text, waiting for ideas to flow. And at the same time it holds potential for the new creations and success. I’m the programmer and before creating any task I’m sitting for hours and thinking what should I do. The blank page and blinking cursor remind me of everything I could do if I just start somewhere, and later this blank page will become something I proud of.
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