Stubborn White Walls

There was a stubborn white wall in front of me, 

And I scraped it with the only weapon I have; my pen, 

I am not afraid of concrete, 

I am not afraid of questions,

I am not afraid of writing slumps and empty white pages that keep staring back at me.

All this courage just because I am afraid of old paint and  duplicate designs and overused melodies,

I am afraid of standing still in one place, of sleepwalking through my whole life, of always being less than half myself.

So I'll try something new, a new beat, a new rhythm. I'll let  my words dance differently, a little more vulnerable, a little more uncertain,a little messier, a little braver than the last page.

It only takes one domino to fall for another domino to fall, for another one to fall....