Today, there was none

Try as she may, the paper stayed empty

No clacking keyboard either

And it reminded her of a distant time in her life

When the paper always stayed empty

When her mind was infested

With the horrors of a fear that had taken root in her mind

One whose acquaintance she made in childhood

From passing comments and teachers remarks

The curse of being average

Not bad enough to be terrible

Not good enough to be exceptional

Just there, like an easily forgettable piece of furniture.