The cursor blinks

A challenge thrown

A single-finger salute

Raised before my eyes

Yet, still

The title escapes me

The words may flow

Faster than my fingers can fly

Reaching without apology

Into all of the dark corners

And, still

The title escapes me

What arrogance it is

To be a creator

To hold that power

To name all of the things

And rename half of the people

But, still

The title escapes me

I clutch at my pain

My fingers grasp the wound

Left behind

Where hope once made a home

And always,

The title escapes me. ~ Caroline A. Slee