intimidated by the empty page

Sitting down to an empty page feels like 


grasping 
for the courage to jump off the cliff into the swimming hole


pushing
for the bike to move forward in high gear after a stop


and searching 
for a way to express love in a new way to a person I have expressed love to five million times before


My mind is a rabid squirrel in a cage with flour, eggs, and butter.
Do you really expect a cake?