The blank canvas stairs up at me

My mind is a spiderweb of ideas all in partial form

The palate of vibrant paints waits in my hand

My brush is poised to slide across the canvas

My brow is scrunched trying to form a single full idea

A single image

A single color

A single shape

None come to mind

Not

One

Single

Idea

Graces the web of my mind

My heart feels strained, empty while my mind feels jumbled

Creators Block My greatest enemy is my own mind