B L A N K - S P A C E

A seemingly empty invitation; Pure platform of potential. No hooks to hang my context, Or previously held beliefs: Just, space. Space beyond comparison, shallow Depths of my own understanding, Faith gently strips me bare. Faced with the anguish of pride, Self sufficiency - there I'm stood. Unnervingly I cry out, Hope sustains the breath. Language fumbling Amidst the meaning, Seems lost, yet somehow met.