The Last Day of the Challenge

Wherein the prompt was barely a prompt: "the______". Yup a fill in the blank that was basically all blank. I got severely distracted by a linguistic distraction earlier in the day, that had nothing to do with poetry writing, and it took me a while to come up with something workable. I resorted to a brisk walk to get my mind working again. This was the result:

 The New Page

Those last few lines I've finally written.

It was harder than I had hoped.

So many, many easier endings,

I had tried - and tried in vain.

But there are other, kinder stories,

Braver tales to be told.

I turn to an undamaged page,

Sharpen my pen and start again.