Held Hostage by the Creative Process

 I wait with my pen tapping against a blank page
Nothing
So I walk around my small room and open my mind to the possibilities
Nothing.
I turn on the tv and off my music and then try the reverse till finally I find silence
Nothing comes.
The people outside keep demanding something new they can obsess over
Nothing.
I shut the blinds tightly turn off all the lights and sit in the darkness till they leave and I can hear myself think
Nothing.
I laugh, cry, scream, punch, and kick at the smooth white walls just waiting for a burst of color to write with
Nothing.
I do everything to convince my brain, heart, and hand to connect and create anything
Nothing.
The desire to create something is going to drive me insane but still
Nothing.
So I sit and let myself drift into something and then
Finally, the seeds of something are sown.